She was applying an eye liner which made her eyes look alive. She paused for a second and looked at her reflection before applying gloss over her lips. She did that reflexively and unconsciously, the movements ingrained in her as surely as the sun rose over east. She looked at herself in the mirror with no expression on her face and her sardonic face looked back. She put on her shoes and walked out of the house without looking back. She walked long into the light, just drifting, breathing in the gas fumes of the traffic on the streets, her eyes burning in the smoke. She slowed her walk to a stroll and looked from one side to another, gazed at buildings and frowned at the honks. She entered a park and walked on and on and finally sat on a bench overlooking a lake. She sat there and gazed farther into the light. Someone came to sit beside her, but she did not turn her eyes to see who it was. “It’s a beautiful day,” the stranger said. She did not turn her head. After a few minutes th...
Musings of my inward-eye...