Dona Pandey
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Broken Tears
under the rusted, dim-lit streetlight, a woman sat huddled against a cold stone wall, her thin blanket doing little to shield her from the biting winter air. Her name was Maya. To the world, she was invisible—just another homeless figure on the streets—but her life, though broken, had stories far deeper than what met the eye.
By Dona Pandeyabout a year ago in Humans
Broken Tears
Broken Tears Under the rusted, dim-lit streetlight, a woman sat huddled against a cold stone wall, her thin blanket doing little to shield her from the biting winter air. Her name was Maya. To the world, she was invisible—just another homeless figure on the streets—but her life, though broken, had stories far deeper than what met the eye.
By Dona Pandeyabout a year ago in Humans
