Is she stubborn?! I asked.
Yes. Quietly but unhesitatingly came the answer!
She sat there telling me a story. She would pause every now and then as if realizing a new truth! As if, some sudden thought just struck her! Some detail she had missed noticing among all the chaos! And now she’s connecting those dots for the very first time!
When that would happen, her eyes would gaze through the glass panels adjacent to our table, while her and I sat facing each other in that busy café.
Her eyes looked tired. As if they carried the weight of a thousand injured birds who no longer are able to fly.
I wanted to say something comforting. But I sat there looking at her instead. I feared, all those injured birds would suddenly rush out and encircle me in complete rage! For I stole their silence! The only thing they have left! Their quiet refuge! In her heavy tired eyes.
So I just sat there.
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