Woman of Songs

Coming back from work, one particular Tuesday, time, traffic and thoughts- preoccupied were wearing me out. Haven’t I had visions of better places to be? Daydreams. Wasn’t it supposed to get easier with years? Daydreams. Am I going where I thought I am? Probably not. But not sure either.

While I was playing self-inflicting game spiraling me into feeling of utter uselessness, I heard a sound.

She was singing. On top of honking vehicles, screams of spouses harassing their victim-halfs over phones and useless people, for lack of better things in life, making sorry stories in head and shitting all over their own life.

She, coming back from office, walking on pedestrian’s path over the bridge, was singing! It was so unusual, strange, out of place. For a second I thought she was crazy. Crazy because I have always wanted to do such a thing- to not care, to walk road by road in cities and sing in my tone (imagine!) just to enjoy the moment and live with the thought I am having. I can’t believe many many more people don’t want to do it. The fact that in last 6 years she is only the second person I have seen do it is absolutely crazy!

It did cheer me up. It did lift me up from the pit of despair and gloom. It did make me want to sing (in my tone, imagine!). And I did.

Life becomes so much more interesting if you can weave events into stories (and tell them right) or catch a few words and make them sing.

I don’t know who the women of songs is. But, thank you!

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