She was not the same docile, dutiful and spiritless soul that adorned his bed at night after tirelessly slogging around for his entire family, without any complaints.
Her transformation shocked him more than anyone else.
“Babuji, I owe this to you.”
His father blessed her as she touched his feet. The Collectorate vehicle waited outside.
This post is written in response to The Daily Post’s one-word prompt; transformation.