{re-presenting it with minor changes... hope you like it... - Arin}



The girl sat looking at the big cross, her hands together, few strands of her hair falling above her eyes that barely stopped a stream of tears. With his hands nailed and so his feet too, the lean figure of Jesus hanged from the cross, with his head drooped sideways. She kept staring at the figure for a long time. Gradually all the others who were there to pray left, and then she was there alone.
"What wrong did I do lord?" she...