Her eyes moist, her heart heavy. She has left her hair open for the first time since he happened to her. She lifts her foot in trepidation as she crosses over the arbitrary line drawn for her, as though it was a natural part of the earth. She realized that now she had to leave. As she took a step forward, there was lightning and thunder. Sweat beads started running down her neck. Yet she moved on. The very next moment she stepped on the slithering grass only to realize a moment later that it's a severe snake bite. She mustered enough courage and mumbled a few chants. Within a second, she was alright. Sita moved along while suddenly a branch of the audumbur fell with a loud thud on the ground. Her foot wasn't spared again. Yet, she did not stop. She moved towards the elusive musk wafting through the breeze dancing to the tune of the arriving monsoon. She moved further and further into the woods, her hair flowing long and the draped cloth undraping itself as she took one step at a time.
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