With every beam of daylight, she wakes up dreaming of a better tomorrow. Alas, the bitter midnight hems in soaking all the bright lights. The luminous sun blinds her. The colors fade away. Gloomy, her dear color paints her world right. But she loves the shades of green. The green mountains that make the sky cry. The downpour disguises her tears. Rain, the purest form of life.
Clenching an empty container, she walks the miles. With all her might she pulls up the water container, “container” what a vicious idiom!! With her shaky hands, she quenches her appetite. But there’s an ocean inside her, an ocean of hunger begging for more. Tomorrow she promised herself. Could there be a better tomorrow?
Blurry vision and wrinkled skin, fatigued but she has an old husband lying on the bed. Countless years of marriage a faint memory of her wedding day but she recollects her wedding vows. In sickness and health, she promised, Till death parts, she promised. Collecting the fire logs, she lit the tiny stovetop that she spent all her morning adorning with the clay.
The clinking sound of empty containers and not a single grain on her plate. But with the brightest smile, she greets every visitor and offers the plate brimming with love.
Her beautiful grey hair resembles the years of her grief. She glares at her reflection and sighs, “How barren am I?” Had she only known that her barren hands had more to offer and her warmth could bring the dead back to life. The kindest heart that endured the most pain and the brightest smile that hid the most tears. Yet how can she not complain about life? A heart full of love and the hands showering bliss. She is kind and pure. Forget rain, she is the purest form of life.
Hundreds of eyes watching her, could they not share her grief? With the sleepless night and growling stomach every day she struggles to survive. But she is a woman of dignity her hands have only known to give and you think you can bring her down to your knees? You merciless fool, what a pity!! As the darkness encloses, she sows another ray of hope. With the morning light, a better day will arrive. Her last ray of hope.