He left me here to die. I wished he had snapped my neck and buried me somewhere in snow. To die of starvation and thirst is the worst. I tried to stand up a lot of times. But the heavy lehnga won't allow me to. The dust had already caused five sneezes escaping my mouth. I was going to die sneezing and coughing if not by starvation. Moreover I needed to move a bit.

Just give me a chance. Please God!

I heard the rumbling of an engine outside the house. And it was turned off a minute later. I heard footsteps on the wooden porch and jingling of keys....