Relationship

She was totally unknown to me. We were the customers of the same shop, This was only our relationship. She turned a big bottle of toffee Into a stool and sat on that throne. She was more tired than me, Still, she smiled at me. There was no statement, grammar, or intention, Her smile was confused without any opinion. She again extended her hand forward, She stràightened the thread which got displaced By the projected nail of the bus and shrank like an eyebrow. For an instant I felt, she touched my confused head, By her bent shoulder, as if, the old sisterhood between us existed.