Love is a beautiful fear
I witnessed a strange sight today. A Strange realisation.A restoration of faith. On my way back home, boldly facing the tormenting sun, I got a glimpse of a lady with a child. The child looked joyful and happy. The mother looked strong. Stronger than the sun maybe. She held her daughter's hand and almost dragged her. Dragged her? The girl was willingly dragged. Her shoes were covered with a film of brown mud. A coating. A cast. Her gait seemed forced. Her hair matted with oil and her dress looked a bit shabby. The mother had a black umbrella which was casting a giant shadow and she had a hard time to manage both. She is the ultimate protector. The dusty, busy and loud streets had no time for the pair. Cars and buses were honking there way. Give space. Give way. A haunting metropolitan beast. Amidst all the hullabaloo, the mother held her daughter's hand strong. The shadow of the umbrella and the mother seemed majestic. Shadows are mostly treated as entities of fear. But thi...