Solitude

A painting on roadside in the outskirts of a big city

It was a Sunday, yes it was a bright Sunday morning trip to Sultanpur Bird Sanctuary. I woke myself up, with a lot of effort after a rough week at work. My friends were telling me a lot of ducks were there must be clicked. So, reached with my camera and after a lot of walk inside, reached to the lake where lots of ducks indeed were like waiting to be clicked. It was worth walking those extra kilometers. But, it was not the end.

After coming out, the weather was becoming cloudy, I was fortunate is all I thought. As taking few snaps and the walk in the green washed away my tiredness.

To have a cup of tea, I stopped my car beside the highway and say with some localities, waiting for my cup of tea to come.

Just opposite side of the road, I looked at the bright yellow mustard field, behind which the clouds were giving a lot of hint that, a storm is about to hit. The tea came and I was just amazed to see the changing colors of sky.

A lady, holding a huge bunch of hay was walking towards me. Not bothered about herself, nor the weather, nor the colors at all. From the colors behind the sky she kept walking like a strongest person on Earth. She is here to reach her destination. To reach the place, for the hey she is carrying can reach, No matter what happens to the World around. Mission must be accomplished. 

"She walks through the same path for last 2 decades carrying the hey for her cattle, to bring up her only son. Her husband left her and today that son is grown left her too, but she still thinks he is a kid and waiting for her at home", said the man in his sixties next to me. "She is mad", was his next sentence almost whispering. 'How do you know so much', came from my mouth without even knowing.

"I am the man, who left her with a son", he answered.