UNFORGETTABLE WOMAN

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          I was standing with my dad in a medical shop. In front of us, there was a woman in her 60s getting her medicines. I stood on the left side of my dad, and when this lady turned, she didn’t see me and unknowingly she stamped on my feet. All of a sudden, she realized it and said sorry and asked me whether it was hurting. I said no to her. But she kept asking me again and again, and to my shock she touched my feet. She asked me to remove my shoes but I hesitated to do it. Out of compulsion, I removed my shoe, and she touched my feet and again, she asked me if it was hurting. Again, I replied no. Actually  just a sorry is enough for me, but I don’t know why she cared about it so much. I don’t even remember her face properly, but only her action made her an 'Unforgettable Woman’  in my life.



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