As she stopped to catch her breath , she looked back .
The pariah dog had now changed its stance . It was no longer a timid , mangy creature , skulking around with its tail between the legs .
It was transformed into a fearsome canine , snarling and growling, rabid saliva drooling , standing feet apart , ready to strike . She knew she had blundered into its territory .
A vulture sat on the perimeter wall , eyeing the scene with inborn shrewd indifference .
This was an unfrequented road . Empty plots demarcated with low , crumbly , brick walls . Land sharks who had bought the fields , had stopped short of delivering their promise . Ornate lampposts , loomed above like dinosaur skeletons .
The plots were unkempt , weed grew dry and untidy , with garbage strewn .
In the early morning haze , she made out the shapes of lumps sitting in the weedy wasteland . Mattresses, bed sheets and pillows ! Heavens ! Who would now go and dump used bed linen in the middle of nowhere ?
In a trice , things fell into place . The building , unlike any other , sitting at the end of the dusty road , comprised of a raised cement platform and a high tin roof , blackened with smoke . A small room at the entrance to serve as an office or a guard room .
She was standing outside an open air crematorium .
A sign read in punjabi, and hindi " This in the end, is all that remains , my friend "w
The pariah dog had now changed its stance . It was no longer a timid , mangy creature , skulking around with its tail between the legs .
It was transformed into a fearsome canine , snarling and growling, rabid saliva drooling , standing feet apart , ready to strike . She knew she had blundered into its territory .
A vulture sat on the perimeter wall , eyeing the scene with inborn shrewd indifference .
This was an unfrequented road . Empty plots demarcated with low , crumbly , brick walls . Land sharks who had bought the fields , had stopped short of delivering their promise . Ornate lampposts , loomed above like dinosaur skeletons .
The plots were unkempt , weed grew dry and untidy , with garbage strewn .
In the early morning haze , she made out the shapes of lumps sitting in the weedy wasteland . Mattresses, bed sheets and pillows ! Heavens ! Who would now go and dump used bed linen in the middle of nowhere ?
In a trice , things fell into place . The building , unlike any other , sitting at the end of the dusty road , comprised of a raised cement platform and a high tin roof , blackened with smoke . A small room at the entrance to serve as an office or a guard room .
She was standing outside an open air crematorium .
A sign read in punjabi, and hindi " This in the end, is all that remains , my friend "w
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