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There were times when the feeling was not there - a fleeting moment of consciousness, of awareness, a feeling of weightlessness as fit had been a feather on her chest, and not a boulder.
She had seen that form before. She was sure of it. She knew that shape well. Where, where was it? Two years, four years ago? No, no... it was way more recent. It had been there just a week back.
Was the lady following her?At the curb few days back. No, no - it had been in the book shop. There had been a glimpse of her in the club too. She was sure of it now. She had definitely been there.
What was the woman trying to do? Was she trying to scare her? At times she felt like she was in one of those spy movies. But she never approached or talked to her. But nor did she go away. Like subtle messages, breadcrumbs lying here and there but she had been unable to figure out where they led. some of the crumbs seemed to be missing or had been eaten.
But today was different. The woman seemed to have gained courage. She was almost mocking her. No, she was definitely laughing at her. She will pay, she will have to pay. She will wipe that smirk off the face. How dare she laugh at her? Did she know what was happening? What she had been through? Standing there and mocking her? Laughing at HER? Ohh!! The audacity!!!
She never realised what she flung. Her rage was all she was aware of. Something flew across and the mirror shattered into a hundred pieces.

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