Its 6:00 pm now and I can see her again from my window.
She walks with a stick,

Wearing a cotton white saree with a light blue blouse,

carrying herself softly and moving slightly,

taking one step at a time.

Slowly!

A feeling of calmness is there in her eyes
She knew its the place for her ,

quiet and peaceful.
Entering on her roof, she tries to stand still and took a deep breath.

Exhaling herself calmly, releasing all her sufferings in the open and inhaling the fresh.
Walk toward the chair.

There is this chair ,

broken from the corner and its dull colour

seems like its been less cared and thrown like a waste thing.
The chair might have faced the harsh summers,

heavy cold winters and stormy weather and now there it is!

Waste piece of thing…not useful at all. Its life!
She might have found this chair her dear one so without worrying she slowly sat on the chair.

Facing the west.
Where the sun is going down, on its way to home.

Tired and low.
Peacefully and quietly it sliding down as the time passes.

Observing closely the activities of afterglow.

Our old lady is watching the sun thoughtfully without any blink.
The sun might have known her for so long ,

as she feels the light rays of the sun that going to hide soon.

They might have become good friends.
She keep looking without missing any moment,

gazing at the sun closely.
Maybe sharing her day so far or complaining about her past,

talking about the future or maybe simply looking.

What she was thinking?

Spending such a lovely moment with the sun.
They both have shared same stories,

they both are alone and lonely.
Both might have hit the harsh weather and faced the heavy rains.

Suffered into the dark skies or pinched by the cruel lights.
But still carrying a bright smile and a hope to just laugh in life.

They simply share their part.

Smiling, laughing, crying and staying still.

It’s late now
The sun promised her to come back tomorrow.
they’ll gonna meet again, talk again, feel again.
Time to say goodbye now.
soon the day pass and night took over the sky and our old lady is all set to move.
She gets up slowly, holds her stick, and walk down slightly.
Leaving the dull chair aside, give one last glance at the sky in a hope to come back and meet the sun again.

                                                                                  ~ Sakshi Singh 

                                                                                   Jaipur, India