Some Indelible Imprints

Sipping my coffee with my best buddy

In an idyllic surrounding

Where I perch often, to be at peace

I chanced upon to meet a lady

Who had crossed her prime

She looked so very familiar

But, I could not recall the particulars

Even after nudging my mind

She had a frail structure

Her countenance was pale

Her stooping gait spoke volumes about

What she has been through

The tale of her woes and wail

She gulped down her coffee

From her tattered satchel picked money

The lady at the counter ...

Wished and smiled at her

She shook hands and left in a hurry

Strange! I thought

Why should someone wish, a hamstrung!

To our queries, the lady's reply was

'She owned this cafe once upon a time

Had to sell it for treatment of hubby

He died a few years ago

And she was stuck up in limbo"

"Such a sad story...whispered my mind

I bequeathed some funds with the authorities

To be handed over to the old lady

My joy knew no bounds and I was relieved.