She
It was during one of those monotonous metro rides back home (which strangely have been the trigger of a hell lot of random musings) that i spotted this woman, around 25, married, mother to this super active child who kept hopping around. What caught my attention though were her melancholic, deep eyes. She kept staring into a void of sorts all through, unaffected by the contagious energy of her child who left everyone else smiling. She left me rather pensive. Spilling a few words helped. A thousand faces. I seek inspiration, to fill these blank pages. That woman, staring into nothingness. The load of responsibilities, perhaps taking a toll. Is it the weight of those black beads? The red colour? Is she not happy? I know not. Deep brown eyes bear the color pale. Has her soul been caged? I know not. A shout into the void? I hear only the anklets. Those bangles the only color. All this time, she did not give up. For me, she's a warrior. She IS a warrior.