She had a gleam in her hazel eyes.
She had an enchantment about her face.
The way her head rested peacefully on those shoulders was
alluring.
The way her hair fell, nicely tied in a bun with a strand
coming down from the right of her left eye with it taking just one spiraling
turn beside her brow.
Her nose was as perfect as a cat bedding into a pillow.
Her mind was as mysterious as a hermit’s cave.
She didn't judge people on the basis of their past.
Nor did she let their past affect the way she looked at
people and her relationships with them.
She had revived her greatest gift now.
The gift to trust.
Not for anyone else but for herself.
She had now accepted that things just happen sometimes and
that not everyone was being themselves when they did.
She would not let those things dictate her outlook on life.
She had broken free from her own dungeon.
As she head out of her apartment that day, the smile on her
face would put the model in the toothpaste advert to shame.
She stopped at the florist on her way to nowhere to buy a rose.
For herself, it suddenly dawned on her that she loves the smell of a white
rose.
She put on her ipod and shut herself to the noise of the
world to listen to the sound of happiness. She was humming her song without
even knowing it after ages. Today she was finally going to let go of all the
hurt, disappointment and anger of the last few weeks.
Certain things didn’t work out the way they were supposed
to, certain people didn’t behave the way they usually would and sometimes luck
just wasn’t on her side all of which led to a major let down in her life. It didn’t
matter what it was, all that mattered was that it mattered and it didn’t go
well.
But today she decided it was time to move on, or maybe to
give it another try because it did matter so much but she couldn’t stay in the
same place feeling sorry for herself. Today she didn’t feel anger at all those
people who “let her down”, because today she accepted that maybe they just lost
their way as she had also many times in the past and would many times in the
future, and did something they usually wouldn’t.
As she was hopping through the streets of the city with her
music on, she saw a man playing a guitar and singing a song on the corner red
light for money. He wasn’t getting any, and yet he continued to play his song.
She observed him for a while, he wasn’t getting any money and yet he played
song after song with a smile on his face. She thought to herself he is smiling
because even though he isn’t succeeding he is doing what he loves and he is not
afraid to try again. That was the trick, it always had been.
She continued on her stroll through the city on this pleasant
morning and loved everything around her. Her positivity was effervescent;
everybody she made eye contact with gave her a smile. She was soaring with both
feet on the ground. She stopped at a small café to grab some lunch. She had her
favourite pasta along with a peach iced
tea and even though she was alone she never felt quite so content with life.
The second half of the day went pretty much on the same
note. She went to the park and sat by the pond. She wrote a poem for her eyes
only, against the backdrop of the sound of nano pond waves hitting the shore.
She observed all the birds she could spot and tried to name them.
At night she went to a diner for dinner. She had food like
she had been on a hunger strike for a century. Today was her day of
celebrating. Why? Well she had only just found the only person missing from her
life, herself.
After taking a brief walk round the block to get her
digestive system working efficiently she prodded along to her favorite rooftop café
for a nice latte. As she sat by her seat on the balcony she could see the bright
city lights beneath her. As light fumes from her cup reached her nostrils and
relaxation kicked in her muscles and mind, she thought to herself how she had
totally wasted all the time feeling sorry for herself and she vowed never to do
that again. The café was surrounded by 3 tall buildings which towered over it (it
was on the roof of a slightly shorter building) and on the fourth side there
was this housing colony, it also had a small book collection, so she just took
out a travel magazine as the thought to flip through various nooks and corners
of the world while sitting in her own den was just too appealing. She could
hear light honking all from the streets all that distance below, and a random police/ambulance
siren. At times she could hear people shouting some inaudible words through
their windows. She caught from the corner of her eye something what looked like
a husband taking out the trash from a house which was 2 streets further ahead,
but directly in her eye-line.
As the day was coming to a close her mind was at peace, much
like a mother bird which had scavenged enough food to take back to the nest
where her children were waiting, she was tired after her long ordeal but at
peace, she found what she was looking for. She gradually found herself lost in faraway
places in the magazine and even though she could see the city lights in the
backdrop of the magazine, she chose not to. The decreasing decibel levels of
the city were still managing to reach her ear on top of that roof but they were
gradually fading into ether, her mind had blocked itself to all interventions
for the time being. Her hazel eyes were only fixated on one thing and one thing
alone, happiness.
