She is a shop girl who lives her living around the corner of the city. Well, literally ‘AROUND THE CORNER’, the name of the shop. It is a beautiful small children’s book store. Earlier it was of her grandmother then of her mother and now carried forward to her. Woman driven business has its own gracefulness.She is identified mostly because of the ancestral weight of the shop. The street has a heritage essence, lamp lights in every few distance and pavements with street foods by old men.The cars running showing all the successful men who have worked all their life for people can tag them ‘successful’, just as I did. When it rains, the street looks like a beautiful painting. A painting can be of anything. It is said draw what you imagine and not what you see. Just like that the rain makes the street a canvas of painting. Little smudge effect here and there but still beautiful and luring.
As listless I’m always, I wander around in wonderment.That fine day was when I met Phoebe –The shop girl.I entered her shop clueless with a casual manner. She was busy with children around her. They all sat cross-legged in front of her and she was doing a story narration to them. She turned out to be really great on it. Role playing in front of children is kind of tough. You need to match exactly to the characters they have seen through the stories of the book. And by her expressions and storytelling I could make out she knew everything about children’s books. I saw her life from far and it did not show any uneven topography. I waited for her till she finished talking to them.
We talked and I vividly remember her yeastiness. I saw so many variations in her.There was this mixed feeling in her. I could hunt out a few while she opened her life tales to me.Her big losses made me pick out her unsaid search.Sometimes she is a mother who has lost her son in the crowd and she is making aside people, talking with few of them, to look for her child. She searches for him having this intense look not caring for the response for people who are cold-hearted. And again comes there comes the friend, whom another friend lost, who she seek all the time to talk out all the silly panic attacks or any casual breakthrough. Finally I could pick out the lover who once gave everything and the embrace which longed from him. Does she do misgivings all her life yet?
Such smoothness she showed going though this whirligig life. All sort of mix I got from her spinning life. The shop where she works, her street where she lives and all the searches she seeks. A love for life still persists and she still searches for that thing which will make her heart beat! We all long for that one thing. A long search and again a new dream.