The story continued, and so did the sorrowful lute.
Vani woke up coughing the next day. She had not caught the same disease as everyone else, but it was a normal cold, but normal as it was, it was still hard for a frail girl like her who had to do all things in the house.
She went to work every day with the cold. And came back carrying water and a high fever. She had not rested her a day. Woke up early, made food, ate it herself and fed her paralyzed mother, who vomited all she tried to fill in. Then she went to work and on the way, she always kept her eyes and ears open in the camp where people were still crowded.
She worked all day, throgh the work was not heavy, but on the way back carrying the water back was far tough for her. Especially with her fever.
