I love to listen to stories but today I’d like to share one. This one is very special to me. I knew it felt just right to be there, in that moment.
She was sitting right in front of me, I looked at her just once. Her eyes were looking for something. And then I started staring at the vultures on the roof of this church, close to the cross; wondering of their existence in this chaotic city. I was waiting for my bowl of noodles because it was a surprisingly cold morning and clearly I was hungry!
I knew she was up to something, she glared at the sky as if she revealed the anyone mask, her not so typical expression. I thought I should initiate a conversation related to democracy since it was one of her favourite subjects. She could debate on it with anyone at anytime.
The silence was killing me so I gathered some courage, and rehearsed the conversation in my mind. As I started talking I realised she was nowhere near the conversation, as though her thoughts were tied with shackles.
Refusing to talk, she stood up with a grin on her face when the bars of shop across the road opened up. For a moment there I felt ignored and non-existent not knowing what she was up to. She walked towards it for she knew she had found her yellow bottle of freedom!! She enjoyed every sip of it.
She wanted to share her freedom with me, her face was gleaming with joy! She ran towards me happily and offered me her freedom. Even though it lasted just for a moment, I knew I had tasted her freedom, and I had never felt something so beautiful ever before.