The little tea plucker
The cold breeze brushed my cheek,
The cold wind brushed my hair,
The air was filled with the aroma of
I saw her..
A girl of eight years (close to.my age)
stood in front of me.
So close, yet, so far..
We stared at each other dumbstruck .
She was wearing a ragged dress with darts everywhere (where I wore jeans)
with tangled hair,
she stood there..
She was small, yet so strong
carrying a basket full of tea
over her shoulders,
with a determined look on her face..
I turned around.
The cold breeze has suddenly turned
into a monstrous storm,
The sweet smell of flowers,
smelt sweet no more.