There is more to life than just living, she complained. Philosophy, quipped the kid who had lived the as many days as her age. Or maybe more. More snigger.

She adjusted those larger than life spectacles. Her worries kept her busy for a long time now, even those silly spectacles got on her nerves. She sniggered now. More followed from everybody in the room.

She wished a lot of things, she started listing and categorizing, filing under the family, the friends, the kids, the husband, the neighbors, the acquaintances and the street folks ‘banners’. All people related, she exclaimed inside. Inside excitement was good, she laughed inwards. Small short lived happiness. The things she wished for. She wanted more. She did not wish for death. Death seemed too easy. She wanted her type to be extinct.