wandering. wondering.

i found this lady alone in a coffee shop – sipping her
coffee, enjoying its aroma, basking in its essence. She was leafing through the pages of a fashion magazine – a little more absentmindedly than usual.
I wonder where her musings took her. She seemed to zone out of the world and was quite too busy in the world she has mindlessly created.

She is probably missing her family. Maybe, she is thinking of going home, of coming back to her safe haven where everything is perfect or at least comfortable. Maybe she wants to feel the comfort of her own bedroom and the warmth of her home.

I may know how she feels – that exact feeling when you run home with a wounded knee after playing really hard. I guess she must have played too much and wounded her knees. or maybe she feels as if she went too far and got lost and she badly needed to find her way back. or believed too much and broke her heart. or fought too much and broke her soul. or maybe not.

Perhaps, she is ruminating on a lost love – what went wrong
and all the should’ve, would’ve and could’ve that go along with it. Or maybe not.

She could be thinking about an about-to-be-born love. Or the love she has always prayed for but never became hers and never will be. Could
that tear pooling in her eye be for a guy? I sure do hope not.

What could be boggling her? A sick pet perhaps? A lost pen? An undue demise?

With a big sigh, she sipped the last of her coffee. she closed the magazine she was reading, stood up and walked out of the coffee shop.

and i too, looking at her, started to walk home. wandering. wondering.

for i too still don’t know what i’m looking for. i just know that it is not in here (anymore).

bang!