A Lot Like Sunshine
As soon as Ona saw a "House for Rent" poster on the surface of a rust-eaten iron door, she got down from the bus. Trotting across the road gently, she pushed the iron door with whatever little vigour she was left with. Inside, there was a small garden in front of the house. Ona took a pause and grinned. She was witnessing the colourful mirabilis after a long hiatus, and she considered it as a good omen. Perhaps, it was signalling the end of her quest. Perhaps, it was giving an inkling that she would not have to struggle further in order to survive. Basking with the thought of hundred other possibilities, Ona kept on carrying herself towards the house. Each time she put a single step forward, the flowers started spilling more smiles at her. The house was small with two tiny rooms in the vicinity. An old lady was sprawling in an easy chair placed on the porch adjacent to the house. The summer sun was generous enough to shower her with all its resplendence,
