A very strong conclusion - it ties up the entire story.
This story makes connections between the state of the vegetables and the girl in the picture.
Well written!
The old rusted yellow colored wall with the open old
rustic wooden door looked very dull. There was a three stepped staircase in
front of the door and one could often see a little, thin, frail girl sitting on
the steps all by herself. The house belonged to a vegetable vendor. He would
put a cloth on the floor on the left side of the staircase and the vegetables
on it to sell. He had two kids, a son named Rahu and a daughter named Gazara.
Gazara was always dejected. Her parents were always partial towards her
brother. They had once thought to send her to a school but their neighborhood
told them that she would not help her parents if she went to school. So she was
not sent to school. Only her brother went to school. Her parents had the same
bias in other matters also. She was not allowed to go out to play, or celebrate
festivals. While her brother got sweet treats and good food, she did not.
The same thing happened today. Her parents and her
brother went to the fair whereas she was asked to stay back to sell vegetables.
As was her usual self, she sat on the staircase, hand on hand, staring at
nothing in particular. A weighing scale was lying on her left. Next
to it were some withered vegetables which she was supposed to sell. A few frail
cabbages, yellowed cucumber, a few bunches of insipid spinach and some more
vegetables in old cartons. It appeared as if even the vegetables reflected her
dilapidated stated, deprived of everything good in life.
