Spring Breeze

There she sat by the open window, and though shes there with 40 other people and a voice sure is falling on her ears but shes far far away in a parallel universe, looking out the window at the distant horizon eastward. A flow of cold spring breeze touched her face blowing her hair backwards, she helplessly smiled in the most helplessly sorrowful manner for she is reminded of a verse of an unknown poet

"jo zyada yaad aaon main

tou tum ankhain bandh kar lena

jo chal jaye hawa thandi

samajh jana ke wo hoon main"

Sitting there with her eyes glowing with memories she felt old, much older than her chronological age and she thought "Sometimes age comes without wisdom, and at times wisdom comes a lot before age."

Staring at the distant horizon with the slight cold spring breeze blowing she missed someone so bad that shes paralyzed; can't speak, can't move, can't breath, can't even shed a tear.

After what seemed like ages she raised her sight a little to look at the sky, the blue covering is itself covered with white cotton-like clouds today. She took a deep breath, smiled again, shed a tear or two and spoke his words aloud "we're under the same sky..."