Passing By...

Lights fade in...The sun just broke among the clouds just after a spell of rain...the water-kissed wind inter-mingling with the whiffs of fresh mud...An old man...the ordinary type u see daily...a criss-cross of happy and sad wrinkles...a few tufts of hair shifting slowly in the gentle breeze that is too harsh on the old man's eye-lids....eyes half-closed , the frail body clings on to a pair of crutches for the last lap of his long marathon...The pale blue eyes have a hint of sadness of memories lost,the light of battles won...every move is a battle now, every step a chore....Ravaged by illness the old man's has lost control on himself...the left leg flutters like a loose branch on a windy day...U can win over your enemies, u can recover your lost respect...maybe recover the last piece of chocolate that is with your smaller sis....but how do u win over your own appendages....still the body so used to fighting odds by now tries once again...and the movement that began as a whisper of an inch gains its millimeters...maybe at this age fighting is a reflex rather than an action...and the feet move...slowly steadily solidly.....the cracked lips break into a hint of a smile...a man in a white suit eggs him on...the bespectacled eyes look at every muscles' twitch with a vulturesque intensity....every move studied every sigh recorded...A few metres away....a baby plays with her imported toys...a woman watches over her...strawberry fields,her bf's proposal,her next pay-check...the baby squishes a catterpillar...giggles at the blank distant smiling face of the woman...little creatures...lucky they dont understand the nuances of eyes and expressions yet..their world would be too gloomy otherwise....the child keeps exploring ...the old man struggles on...the eyes observe...the eyes stare into the sun....

The golden morning...the serene evening...2 worlds.... 2 lives...Yet they share a bond so real....

Silent....Aloof...Alone...