Stroke

When the stroke came she was watching television serial flowing in climactic music in bass,a snarling of violins at the precise moment as bad woman entered.What a stroke of luck she passed, we said of grandma in television.

Grandma outside television smiled at man’s heroics, girl’s sacrifices but her satisfied smile would stay pasted on her face, not get up to go,much after hero has left his stage and living room has fallen silent with echoes of his drama sounds.

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