Conversations On a Cliff Top #2

Read the first part here... "What brings you here Ma'am?", I asked, keen on diverting the subject of conversation from my marriage. She smiled and replied, "Why do tourists come here?" "They have their reasons. A friend once told me how 'staring at the sea' helped him 'reclaim his life'.", I said.She laughed and said, "I have something like that in my mind as well. Though I find the word 'reclaim' a little too polarizing." The waiter informed us of the distinct possibility of a storm and asked us to head back to our hotel rooms as soon as possible.I nodded while the lady kept staring at the sea. Strangely, I could sense 'joy' in her face. Anticipation coupled with freedom. The look of a prisoner who had been freed."I've been married for...

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Conversations On a Cliff Top

"My husband I could understand...", she said while taking a sip of the new cup of coffee the waiter had brought. The wind played with her hair, which had been let lose. "He needed help. But it's his family, mine, including my parents who had loved me throughout their lives... It was them. I could never understand why they were so persistent." She kept staring at the sea as she delivered the words in a low monotonous tone. I found myself lost for words. I didn't know to react. Did she want me to react? Or contribute to the argument perhaps? Was I better off as a silent spectator? Fate or as non believers would say "lack of seats" had brought me to this seat facing the lady.  I could not come to a conclusion on what was to be done...

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