A crying woman ( A memory) | Harison Xavier

 

I wonder..... Why am I even writing this? What am I thinking about? What is in it? 

20 years ago. I was sitting at an auditorium waiting for our annual talent show to begin at our church. I was with my classmates and as we are not the elite talented kids, we didn't have anything to showcase to the audience. There were around five hundred people in the auditorium, it was very noisy as people are talking to each other loudly and on top of that the music is playing. The show has not yet started. 

I looked back, after a few empty chairs there was a middle-aged woman in a yellow saree sitting at a distance two other women, she was crying. She was crying like a baby would cry, didn't hesitate to hold back, everyone at the front is waiting for the show to begin. It feels like nobody sees her, the two women next to her are emotionless, she is crying. 

Tears ran down her cheeks, trying to wipe away those tears with her wrist which is immediately replaced by more tears from her eyes, she is constantly rechecking her small purse, and then again wiping away her tears.

She lost her money (I said to myself), I had never seen her before (it is a small town), who is she, why is she crying? why is nobody talking to her?  I don't know how long I stared at her, I was far away and she didn't notice me. She is my mom's age, and it is sad to see her cry. " Lonely in a crowd " - now I think this is what lonely in a crowd means. Everyone has their own problems and no time for others. Welcome to the world, my child. This memory might be teaching me that. I never forgot this all these years. 

I am sure she was okay after a few days. Different phases of life -happy, sad, disappointed, satisfied. That's life, nothing here is permanent. 

I still don't know why I wrote this. ?