Its Her Story...

" I bowed my head when i was 15 when grandpa tied the knot..." her eyes glittered.. and she smiled.. toothless. she had a very bright smile. But this time i saw only bitterness in her eyes. " and? " i asked. I am always hungry for a new story.I saw little distinction between the ones she always told me and this one.

She sighed. Something about it made me feel like i felt her life waift past me when i knew it was just her breath.Even i could feel the difference now. This was not the usual story, i knew. It excited me and i gripped her knees even tighter as i looked up into her face. She was not looking at me. Her eyes were set somewhere far beyond." and i never raised it again... never had a chance"

She never struck me as an ordinary woman... or lady.. .or what do you call such a person? She was frail, small and very old. Yet she did not have the bent and her eyes always fascinated me. There was fire in her eyes. Her eyes always promised life. It always promised me something out of the ordinary... each day. Sometimes i didnt feel up to her. She seemed so strong somehow. And yet i saw her eyes well up now. But she wept not.

" Seven stones... you know that game, child? you know how we play it? 'achan' called me in while we were playing seven stones... i was winning" she chuckled "as always" and looked at me . There was mirth in her eyes.

" And they got me into a new sari. And then to the church..."

Her eyes lost that joy that had flashed past for a moment. How was i to know... that when the ceaseless chatterbox of a girl stopped her chatter, her eyes took over.

I waited... in rapt attention... to hear of a world i never knew. A world i could not understand or comprehend... her world...