Sat at the station, anticipating a long wait, a lady sat down next to me. We chatted about her dog. Her cheeks, sucked in and with sad eyes longingly watching me eat my lunch. Her dog Tilly, not the lady of course.
She noticed my pack. ” Where are you going”. “I am going to India” I replied with a broadening smile. “I went there when I was 48 on a study trip. Oh how I loved India”
Of all the people to meet. A lady, 40 years my senior’ who in her 48th year traveled to places I now embark on seeing through my own eyes.
Life s precious moments sometimes are so unexpected