She takes her time, as if the world’s in slow motion.
People are getting rings or bearing children in their wombs.
They build their homes and empires
yet she remains in her post
unbothered and undeterred by the rush around her.
Someday, she will be there too.
or she would be elsewhere.
She thought the files in her hands,
the baby in her arms,
or the man at her side would complete her
like puzzles fitting together.
This is what the voices around her say.
They shout in her face.
They whisper in her ear.
Why are you here
alone and lovely
in a world of picturesque families and stellar careers?
She drowned the calls
and took a step back
Two steps forward. Another three sideways.
Her feet take her to new realms.
The possibilities are as wide as the universe
Planets are discovered. Galaxies are formed.
The stars gleam
lighting up her face
lighting up her path
and it leads her to places far and unknown.
She forges to a parallel domain
She pens words and weaves stories.
She sees her name in stores and the bestseller’s list
She sips her coffee and waits for sunrise
She worries not for the food on her table
nor the roof on her head
for she had taken care of it.
From walks to runs
leaps to dances
She wouldn’t care how she reaches one point to another.
What is the use of living life in calculated moves
if she wouldn’t twirl and whirl to life’s tango
if she wouldn’t witness how the sun sets and rises.
In the past 30 years,
her life has unfolded right before her.
As another 30 years (and more) loom over,
the stars will align in more ways than one.