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The Haunting Eyes (Published in Muse India (your space) in April 2010)

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!