If I could paint
I would paint the pain
In the old womans eye
The pain with which she hesitatingly puts her palm forward
Not knowing whether she will get some loose change
Or harsh words
She looks expectant
As people pass her
But no one can see her shivering
With age and wind
There is no offer for her of a cup of tea
With few warm words
She is ignored
For most she is part of background clutter
And she is shooed off
Like a rabied dog or a fly
The woman turns around one last time
Seeing no kind faces
She huddles down in a corner
Trying to cover herself
By wrapping old newspaper
For its brutaly cold this year
But colder have turned our hearts
Which can’t see others pain
I arrived at the address and honked the horn.
After waiting a few minutes I walked to the door and knocked.
‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice.
I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened.
A small woman in her 90’s stood before me.
She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it,
like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase.
The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years.
All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks
or utensils on the counters.
In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said.
I took the suitcase to the cab,
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Have not had a chance to post anything on my blog for past 2 weeks , not because I didn’t have anything to say but simply got too many balls in the air.
Overcame my fear and booked a car. Guess what helped me to get over my fear – Anger. Post coming soon on using anger constructively in Personal Development.
While learn a few tips on negotiating salary, without harming your chances of getting your “dream job ”
Take care and have a great year.
Hope you are on nice list , this year.
For all the women beginning to work out
Mid-way through a recent group exercise class, the teacher lost me. She didn’t lose me because of some complicated step sequence or insanely long set of burpees; I mentally checked out because of a few words she kept saying over and over. “Come on! Get that body ready for your winter beach vacation! Think about how you want to look at those holiday parties! PICTURE HOW YOU’LL LOOK IN THAT DRESS!”
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