A Lesson Learnt in Time

Walking along a straight path

Went on looking all around.

The beauty, bounty and bliss,

The smell of success and joy’s sound.

The sights ensnared the senses,

The expectations enraptured the mind.

Went on and on unaware of the

Crater in the path divine.

The Journey

Bhagwati sat dejected gazing towards the calm expanse of the Ganges. Her clouded vision preventing her from seeing the scene which was so clear in her mind – the cremation of Madhu, the support through her journey.

It was then that Sushila stepped out of the ancient structure where lived several young and old widows, ostracized by society. Sushila, a young widow lacked the spirit and zeal that a 20 year old possesses. Her eyes did not have sparkling dreams, just a curtain of sadness which covered the sorrow inside her. Sushila sat beside Bhagwati and began describing the funeral ceremony taking place on the banks – faintly visible from where they sat.