The cold breeze brushed my cheek,
The cold wind brushed my hair,
The air was filled with the aroma of
Sweet flowers,
Then
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.