The Stroll

The sun was slowly setting down, with orange flames scattered in the western sky making it look like it had caught the fire. The small village set in a valley some 20 kilometers from the town also seemed as if it had caught fire because of the reddish-orange bricked paved houses with tiled roofs and roads.

All the inhabitants were readying themselves to call it a day when she entered the village as slowly and swiftly as she could. She wandered through the streets, the alleys and the boulevards aimlessly. Wearing a tank-top, a pair of trousers and a jacket, she wasn’t appropriately dressed according to many people. Her hair was flying with the wind, and her skin was tanned enough to be mistaken for a ghost.

She was oblivious to the glares and stares from the people there. She couldn’t hear the comments being passed on by old women and young boys alike. She was living in her own world while walking on the real one. Her eyes looked distant and so was her mind. And her legs seemed to be guided by a soul that wasn’t hers. Something was definitely cooking up in her mind. She would laugh out loud without any reason or frown within fragment of seconds. She would then again smile remembering something as if those streets and the alleys and the boulevards had memories in store for her even if she was there for the first time.

She didn’t look at the people. Instead, little things lying in the street caught her attention. In between her wandering mind and legs, she would stare at a piece of stone or a dead rat. And every time the breeze blew pass over her, she would stay still and take it all in. Also, time and again, she would watch the sun going down and the orange turning into red in the heaven. And during those very brief moments, when she would come out of her world, something flickered in her face – her face glowed somehow.

After wandering off for hours, she finally left the village as swiftly as she had come in. Nobody noticed her leaving but after she was gone, everyone felt as if they had changed somehow. Nobody said a word to each other, but talked to themselves about this strange girl who stumbled upon their village one day and changed them completely.

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