Dawn!! It’s all dark and grey… Looking through the misty window, sitting on a black chair, my eyes glitter through the meadow, where I craved playing, enjoyed laughing and used to be busy but joyful.
Even now, I enjoy the leaps of happiness while stepping on the grasses, which kiss me gently. Long strides bring me faster to where the sun shines. The wind is so humble and I feel it the most when I close my eyes…
But… The Rain… Its splash battering my head. I opened my eyes wide. I’m still there on that black chair with legs trying to carry me to wisdom. I’m still there where the time had brought to me, a stock of nice imaginations. I showered it off… Even though that was not what I seriously wanted.
“Grandma”, my grandsons, I hear them calling me. I must hurry.
No need, they are coming by themselves to take me to the world which I love the most. Surely, I’m that woman endowed with that happiness of being the number one grandmother. I’m still able to bring myself to play along with them and dance to the rhythm of their little feet.
The rain cools me down, and the shower, it still splits water, it washes off the cries and brings the future which is titled; being the old lady, who wakes up early at dusk.
By Rtr. Imandi Abeysekera
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