“……Life can meet love, and love may blow up happy living, but can only love do that?…”
She walked ahead like a doll, amidst the wet sand,
Her messy hair playing with the breeze like a child with a magical wand,
Hands stretched open and out, tearing the flowing wind.
Who was she? Here, at the earliest to be called a morning?
She wasn’t fat nor too skinny. Just a normal woman, no model like clothes or Nike sneakers. She wasn’t filthy, nor pure. Her clothes were loose, hanging over her shoulders and filled with breeze that hit it, seperating it away from her body. Missing were her demeanor of fitness challenges or Instagram posts but why did she have to be on the beach so early?
Serein dropping down slowly, and tenderly.. making her skin shine with blush red, chills running down her body and goosebumps popping up, still she was focussed on something ahead of her.
Her eyes held a blank stare,
And face with expression unaware.
Who was she?