Satu.. set down under a large neem tree.. putting aside coir pot taking down from atop.. on a nearby flat rock.. and readjusted the red checkered print cloth.. On it.. She might not get well chance to pray at bhalka temple in the way.. between her aunt's village before few miles ahead .. winter days were short and night longer and cold as ice.. . she wanted to reach next village outskirts before dusk.. to her aunt's hut was just around outskirts.. and adjoining small farm.. she was going to live with her permanently after her mother died.. her aunt had insisted.. When she had come visiting her only sister ailing from incurable sickness.. Khimli: Satu.. please send a word as soon after your mother pass.. She wailed on the verge of breakdown.. sobbing.. Satu had realized her heartache .. greater as her mother had indicated putting responsibility to look after Satu.. to her younger sister.. "Look after her.. " she had croacked.. Satu notice