She had nowhere to go and no one to take help from. And now she was old. This was her. A 34 year old lady who had suddenly gone rogue and decided to walk on a path that made no sense. That had no road. And she kept going because it appealed to her. It called to her. It asked her to keep going. May be it ended in nothing. May be it ended in a beautiful tree or a river. May be she'd meet a sweet creature or an animal would devour her. And that night she could hear the wolves howling and the dogs barking but she didn't know what to do. She was alone in an unknown place and she felt foolish. She felt alone and no one was there to help and no one to blame but herself.
An ant crawling over her hand suddenly woke her up. Here she was. She really was near a river, she could hear it now. Loud and clear. And birds chirping and a pleasant breeze with the fragrance of flowers. How weird was it that the same path that made her weep bitterly at night, made her wonder at the glory of the universe when it was day.
