My encounter

She could have been my Grandma's age, had my Grandma been still alive. I don't know what made her feel so recognizable but the moment I saw her walking towards me I smiled at her. She was baffled I guess to see a stranger smiling at her from a distance on this not-so-friendly planet. But we did manage to sit together and talk. Her words expressed the bitter experiences of her life and struggles she was still dealing with at her age. It must be God's plan, as I know it, to meet her. There has to be a purpose, I thought. She told me not to wear a black nailcolor because it brings a negative energy to me. At that time I was very intimidated by her. She even took my number. I was hesitant first because I thought she might call and I wasn't too sure if I wanted to be friends with an old woman with problems! We parted our ways. But the time passed, the days passed. I would still sometimes give her a second thought. But just some days ago I saw her again. Getting down from a car, she could barely walk. Her foot was plastered and she was heading somewhere. At first, I was cautious she might see me. But what the troubled woman was looking for was certainly not me at that time. In a strange way, that did made me a pinch sad. I wished she would look for me. That she could see me. And I could pass another smile at her, and perhaps, talk a little bit more.