The lady
sat on the bench under the umbrella-shaped shed which was farthest from the sunshine. She was wrinkled, had no teeth but the most beautiful peaceful expression I have ever seen. She should be at least above 85. As I wrongly chose another bench to sit down while the kids played, she mildly gestured me to sit beside her. I realised why she chose that one quick enough as the sun poured all over the bench I had chosen, leaving hers in perfect shade and breeze.
After I was seated, there was hardly any space but as the sweating kids came running, she immediately showed them the little space between us for them to sit - all the time beautifully smiling and muttering in Chinese... It was the closest feeling I had of a grandma I never had and one whom the kids miss. I was embarassed to feel so close to that soul with whom I could not even communicate a word, least of all what I felt for her.
But why worry - every feeling need not be communicated. Communication of a feeling sometimes leaves expectations of a consequence; some feelings stay and pass without any such expectations, any such burden - free and perfect and pure.
posted by Tuya @ 18:53
2 Comments:
Where is the ubiquitous "Like" button, oh you philosopher? :)
:) ha ha, can't help myself :)
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