A Walk to Remember
Harilal Sir, my neighbour, and I decided to go for a long walk, taking a road neither of us had travelled before. The place was unfamiliar, but the local people were kind enough to guide us along the way. As we continued, we stumbled upon a breathtaking view. It felt as though we were standing on a hill station—rolling hills blanketed in lush greenery stretched out before us, creating a scene of serene beauty. As we admired the landscape, an old woman crossed our path. She was frail, her body resembling a walking skeleton, and one side of her frame was noticeably tilted. Her hand rested on her back, a clear sign she was struggling with some discomfort. Harilal Sir greeted her and asked for the name of the place. She responded, her voice weary but kind, and Sir began a conversation with her. In her tired yet earnest tone, she started describing the area to us. Curious, Sir asked her where she was coming from, and she paused, seemingly gathering her strength before answering. She s...