By Rijan Sangat
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- Description:a tired old woman sits beside me. her hands are gnarled and rough. her hair is a knot of silver, with a few remaining ebony strands. she glances at me and then i see, endless pools of stories of trials, of experience, of grief. i think she doesn't even notice me, as she stares far beyond the lee worrying about things, it seems. her shoes aren't new. her garments look faded and aged. i see the difficult life she has. she stands up and walks to the waiting cashier and pays. she draws a few coins from her pocket, one, two, three, she counts. the moment she finishes paying, she slowly walks away. i hastily call and approach her, while i say, " auntie, forgive my intrusion, but may i help you in any way ? i see the tiredness in you. mayhap, you'll do me the honnor, of having coffee with me." she looks at me and smile, sadly. she nods her head and says, " thank you, dear one, for offering. i'd love to; yet, i must be on my way." i take her hand, gently, and slip her some money, i have. she looks surprised; her eyes glisten wit tears. i walk away, quickly; so, she cannot give the money back to me. " dear one, God bless you. thank you for this," i hear her whisper, as i leave. ~~ Diwa ~~
- Location: Kathmandu, Nepal