Enchanting Encounter With Rustic Beauty On An Early Morning Stroll

Enchanting Encounter With Rustic Beauty on an Early Morning Stroll Along the beautiful tree lined avenues and residences I strode, ruminating spirituality and poetry, amidst peace and bird chirping background. Upon a sharp turn, afar stood a woman in an Indian suit of black and pink – adjusting her hair standing in a side pose revealing all her attractive angles. Brief, distant glances exchanged, Sharply she retired homewards, perhaps for a better view from the safety of the curtains? I passed the house with intent sideways glance to check whether she stood in shade - but continued my stroll back to reflections and bird talk, finding her not to be there. It was a mere passing scene on a early morning walk – one among many we see that make our lives bright, I thought. I strode on without any expectations – wearing a grateful smile - for the brief colourful sight. But it was not to be. On my routine next round, I again find her. This time standing in leisurely conversation with a timeworn woman I had seen trolling before. A couple of long glances ensued. My heartbeat quickened. The old woman was serious in her advice; perhaps unaware of the real purpose of the discussion. The younger gave two, long, satisfying, glances. Passing her close by, I aver she is not a conventional beauty, yet rustic and healthy, early in her middles. I am more advanced in time, though endowed with a firm and thin frame a fast gait. Fair in color she was and firm in flesh. Attractive she was in her own native way. Further reflections focused not on poetry but on exciting prospects. I usually make only three, because of the paining knee. Now I extend it to four, expecting to find her in receiving extended guidance. I find her not there. Disappointed. Perhaps she has made her assessment, this way or that. What it is, I can only know tomorrow during the early morning amble. Alas it is not to be that way. For I have to leave. I do not live there, I am only on a visit and my next one is due only after a long interregnum. By that time the memory of pleasant encounter will wilt in both. And chance will not repeat the favour. A rustic beauty I discovered, one fine morning - a chance encounter during my early morning walk.