Sunday 31 May 2015

The old lady with a black gown

The old lady was sitting on a bench at the park. She wore a black gown . She looked as elegant as a queen in exile, suppressing the real self and the real beauty. She wore the black gown as she felt safe and secure from the world. She had long hair as white as snow which exhibited her shyness to the world. Her eyes were as black as the night but her soul was an affectionate one.  She seemed  baffled  by the world and by her life . She is going  through its last stage and is confused with  the world that has given her a lifetime of experiences. It has moulded her soul. She knew that her end was near and in a way she accepted everything that was to come . She wanted to feel the essence  of being alive thus she opened her shoes perhaps for the last time  and moved her toes through the soft grass to feel the cool dew drops. She then tried to close her eyes and recollect and feel the times when she used to be young, the time that ended so soon due to her responsibilities in her life. She tried to recall her golden days, the time that she shared with her father . Whenever, she closed her eyes she was to open to her past, the past which made her who she was today. She would feel the tropical sunlight above her head  ,the continuous waves through her feet and the hugs which connected her to others . She tried to feel the time when she held her daughter for the first time and led her through life.  Suddenly,  she struggled to get up from the bench and started to move slowly  through the group of children to reach the swing nearby  and slowly balanced herself on the swing somehow . Perhaps to remember the time with her daughter that faded so quickly. To my surprise, I saw her riding over the waves, not so fast but elegantly, her smile seemed signature of her liveliness. For a while, this all freshened her  up  and tried to put an end to the day long misery . All I could see was a small girl with her shining eyes in a state of composure. 

She had  many wrinkles which showed the love and care she had for her family and all the great problems she had  passed over the years .And  today, there she is waiting for the end of physical existence but her soul is waiting to experience new lessons of life . Her face portrayed  a new hope and serenity, and so she sits there smiling waiting for the  new beginning...

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