She was old
Her big bright eyes had layers of soft skin under them
In the morning she would water her plants
And then she would paint
She would paint everything that she could find in her house
Often, I used to see her from my balcony
At times when she didn’t paint, she read
She read everything
Books, newspapers, magazines
Once, I smiled at her
She instantly went to her kitchen and got me a sandwich
From our shared balcony we shared that delightful sandwich
And then she told me about what she was reading
It was seven years ago
I was 21 then
And she was old.

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