In this short story, Charmila M Sankar gives us a glimpse into the life of a woman, who is also a mother and a convict, seeking acceptance.
The glass windows were crystal clear, like the ones from a long-forgotten Saint Gobain commercial, and it was evident to Sonya that it was definitely him. The same features – perfectly arched eyebrows, long eyelashes completely wasted on a boy, and inquisitive eyes too familiar for her. His neatly ironed shirt and polished shoes may depict him as a grown man, but he had what some might call a baby face.
Sonya watched as a waiter approached him and handed him a packet of cigarettes and a cup of tea, the same brand she used to drink. Despite her desperate desire to smack that pack of smokes out of his hand, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was in her place.