Life, Life from the Window, My Window, Story, Uncategorized

view from my winDow-outside

She stepped out of the bus,

She stumbled,

Carrying two heavy grocery bags,

In both of her hands,

Her back a little bent,

Walking slowly,

Towards her apartment,

An old lady,

Still carrying grace on her face,

She doesn’t care what others will say,

When I meet her and ask how is she?

With a soft voice she says, ‘I am not bad’, with a wide smile and glow on her face!

This is the View outside of my window, what’s there outside of your window!!