THE TRAFFIC SIGNAL MARKED HER LIFE


Just three colours, it might seem to everybody else, like you and me,
But, it meant a lot more to her.

Red meant stop, amber meant to fasten up and get ready, while green paved the way to proceed.

She cautiously awaited them, and only at proper intervals, did she pace ahead.

Who would know that this media professional who had lived an entirely social life, purely ecstatic and fast, would now be needing a prosthetic limb just because she had lost hers in an accident, due to not following the traffic rules?

She stopped at the signal, the same signal, reminding her of the blatant past. 

She chose to be a little more careful, again, when she saw a little hawker girl selling out her pretty wares crafted especially for children.

She had been deprived with the gift to bear children post the mishap, but looking at the articles, simply made her heart melt - She would certainly like to see the pretty smiles of children fancying themselves with the toys.

- Rtr Alpona Dutta
Editor 2015-16, 
Rotaract Club of Ramnarain Ruia College
Author of 'Sketches From My​ Life Till Now"


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