She leans forward and peers into the distance, her prince nez glasses at the tip of her nose
The waves crash into the rocks, the pallu of her sari billows behind her, the strong wind threatening to distangle the bun carefully tied at the nape of her neck
One would assume she is intently watching the children play in the sand a few feet away, her grandchildren probably
Few would think she is daydreaming, but they are right, she is doing exactly that
Peering closely into her past, turning back the pages, till she reaches that particular line

She smiles
One would assume she is appreciating the sandcastle that the youngest of the lot is proudly showing off
The letters stand out clearly now, almost magically assuming proportions greater than before
Years ago, what had seemed like a fullstop, had actually been a comma, she realises, a pause, just a temporary lull in her life

She gets up and walks towards the kids, her grandchildren yes, for now they call out to her
Life had not been unfair, she understands
Strange that her weakening eyesight had now seen what she hadn't then

Most would assume she is playing with the children and yes, now, she is exactly doing that

Current Music : Mein Yahan Tu Wahan - Baghban
(I had always found it extremely dumb for Bollywood citizens to croon over the telephone. But this one is an exception and a beauty in itself)