I saw her at the red-light
I was driving my car
And she was sitting at the back of a van
Which was packed with people
As if they were sardines
Our eyes met
I saw a distant wistfulness in her eyes
She was around sixty years of age
She was old and dark in color
Probably because of working in the sun
Her eyes were saying something to me
“Make the most of your independence
And create a name for yourself”
She seemed to say
And it was then I realized that
That I am the chosen one
The blessed one
Who can make a difference
Who can be more than just
An uneducated, backward and oppressed woman
The signal turned to green
And she disappeared
But her eyes still swim in front of my face
Beckoning me to make something out of my life!