“Let’s play some drums and trumpets” ,because we will have some words on life.

Pigtails bouncing in the wild air, she tugs the fabric “Ma’am said something about life, what is life?” gleaming pair of eyes peeped down in various windows, “game of numbers”, logic debates, “four lettered jewel sprinkling stardust on us”, philosophy sings, “life is god”, the priest at her temple prays, “Life is love”, the lovers quotes.

New thoughts, new seeds in her brown soil but she wonders which is of life?

This or that, black or white, dad is right or the priest , game or god, a heavy sigh down the lips. “Tricky- tricky meaning”,a voice echoes in her mind. “Let’s play outside”, she runs away from the mystery.

Running down in the greens, she witnesses the sun melt down in the hills, twenty but still the question shimmer in her eyes, “life”, feeling the knowledge of the passing wind and the years, is it the chaos in her mind or the pieces of her bucket list or the job they say she is good at it? “Are you coming?”, an echo knocks down the flow of her thoughts. “Yes”, but it felt like no.

Graying strings, yellowing paper ,rusting metal but still a glow in her brown jewels, still stuck on the word life, thinking about the moment which faded the glory of the question, was it when she forgot the touch of her guitar strings or when she stopped letting mere ears get in touch with her words or when she became hungry for the green paper. “Mom”, was the question told to return to its hometown? Was it dismissed?

Silver hair flying in the same wild hair. “Granny, what is meaning of the word life?”, pigtails jumping here and there, she smiles, “Life are the moments darling, all the moments sum up the word life, small or big each moment is life, present is life.”, stars twinkled in her smile.

The answer vibrated in the universe in the form of a thought in her granddaughter’s mind, as her soul imparted for another land.