Women at leisure
We walk in hand in hand. It is an assurance and a silent promise- that we shall shield each other and be each others' crutch. The crowds are huge, but they no longer feel threatening. We feel the occasional judgemental eyes, but a slight squeeze of the hand lends the spring and sureity to my steps. We walk in, determined to breathe in the sweet harmony of community that enfuses in the beach air, without any emotional toll and taxes. Once inside, we stroll through the shore and then settle into a cozy spot, imbibing the huge calm exuded by the sea. She takes her notebook and begin sketching a rarity she spots- 3 women, very likely in their 40s, without the usual accompaniments of a husband and a couple of kids. This demanded my attention. I kept staring at them, hoping to partake in some of their lives through serendipity. I see them laugh, loud tinkles that might perhaps have made the constant background music of their lives, had the circumstances been different. Their chats