"THIS IS THE FINAL DAY OF YEARS OF SWEETNESS"

Through the fog he sees a face

Two dimensional, incomplete

And his imagination fills in the rest of the sketch

The wind picks up and blows the picture away

He looks for it everywhere desperately seeking the image

Until one day he sees her holding this worn tattered piece of paper

Looking closely at it, smiling, shaking her head

And he hears her speak for the very first time

"The woman has attitude, she has a mind, a history, a philosophy

And a completely distorted sense of reality" he says

She says, ”That’s me. And that’s my picture,” as she walks away


                                                                                                                                                                                             ~ Sonali.