The Solitary Writer

A young, newly married woman, she was completely oblivious of the bustling activity and the medley of sounds around her. Ensconced on a bench at the airport with a pen in her hand, she was writing something in her diary. She had no earphones. NOT texting on her mobile cell. Her eyes were glued to the diary. There was a sweet smile on her lips. As my eyes rested on her, my mind was suddenly struck by the 'anomaly' her lone figure represented. Stop here or gently pass? I asked myself, though there was no fear of her being disturbed by my looking at her.

Her image in my heart I bore long after she was seen no more!

That made my day!