Beneath Her Shroud

After the nocturnal collision, an 80-year-old woman dreadfully left her home in search of a contemporary identity to discern an invulnerable womb for her leftover life. During this journey, she congregated with several anonymous women with a congenial mind from oppugnant clans at different climes. One monsoon noon, she came to the grave of a girl child, where finally, she met with her existence. After the nocturnal collision, an 80-year-old woman dreadfully left her home in search of a contemporary identity to discern an invulnerable womb for her leftover life. During this journey, she congregated with several anonymous women with a congenial mind from oppugnant clans at different climes. One monsoon noon, she came to the grave of a girl child, where finally, she met with her existence. After the nocturnal collision, an 80-year-old woman dreadfully left her home in search of a contemporary identity to discern an invulnerable womb for her leftover life. During this journey, she congregated with several anonymous women with a congenial mind from oppugnant clans at different climes. One monsoon noon, she came to the grave of a girl child, where finally, she met with her existence. After the nocturnal collision, an 80-year-old woman dreadfully left her home in search of a contemporary identity to discern an invulnerable womb for her leftover life. During this journey, she congregated with several anonymous women with a congenial mind from oppugnant clans at different climes. One monsoon noon, she came to the grave of a girl child, where finally, she met with her existence.