HEY, BEAUTIFUL !

It was a sparkling bright day,

The clock ticked fast

The Humans were in a rush

I Wondered where they were headed

And then i saw her,

Seated With a tiny pocket mirror

And a wee box of powdered bindi

Her red lipstick made me smile

Her hair was tightly braid

Dark black with a little orange pin

Her saree was elegantly draped

Majestic maroon decked with sequins  

A yellow thread hung in her neck,

And a red stud adorned her ear

She had a little tattered bag,

And a trifling phone draped in bands

Her hands were rough,

Foot so rugged,

That tattered slipper she wore

Would have million stories to tell.

There were hundreds of women like her

In the same train as i was

Everyone so unique,

Everyone so beautiful.

P.S  This is about a woman i met during my “Just Another Day” of travel to Chennai in the suburban train but she’s definitely not “Just Another Woman” nor was anyone in that coach and also this is no Women’s day. This is “Just” one of my blue moon days where i am present “Here and Now” and try appreciate the little things around me instead of being lost in thoughts.