There are those unusual moments
that make us sigh and feel thankful for just that second, a pause before time
flees without waiting for none.
Today, as I lay down on the
balcony, enjoying the warmth of the evening, seeing the sultry ray of light graciously
beaming over me, I had to turn away to fend away the sharp tingling in my eyes,
and refocus my vision. And right then, with renewed sight, I saw an unattended
nook, under the pots, protected from my persistent sweeps, a proud and undisturbed
web, that some eight-legged stranger wove.
This tiny skeletal maze seems to
have persisted the cold, warmth and sometimes the drizzle that found its way
into our home. Sooty as it may have been, aging gracefully and undetected, it
stood still letting the rays of sun, run through it.
This forsaken home, stood majestically,
shining back with colours of exquisiteness and extending a moment of limitless
relief.
I sighed and thanked for this moment.
