She sits on the finely furnished chair with her body leaning forward, her chest resting on the larger side of the table.
Looking out of the window, she sees the big clock and watches its hands move slowly. She thinks about how fast time flies by. How every minute races the next, and how there’s no stopping. There’s no resting in this world, not even for a split second. The running road doesn’t look back at the runner who just tripped on it.
She shifts her eyes and sees across the Parliament building and onto the busy road. The road paves the path for thousands of travelers going upon their daily routines. There they are, polluting the environment, she thinks. Honking to hasten the pace, or yelling at the top of their lungs to curse with almost little or no road manners. They are always in a hurry, she thought. Perhaps racing time to get to where they have to be? Or where they want to be. Impatient whiners who’ve lost against time, yet again…?
She stands up, gently pushing the chair behind and walks to the windowpane. Her dark black hair gently rests on her shoulders and her twinkling hazel eyes drift to the blue sky. The puffs of white clouds move across the sky with no rush to reach their destination.
She shifts her thoughts and wonders how vast the sky is and how it seems to canopy the earth. But she corrects herself, the sky is an empty space that leaves much to explore. She wonders about the depth of its beauty and the incomprehensible factors governing its existence.
She smiles to herself, reassuring herself that there is much more to this world than just racing time.
By Nabeela Huda
