On a quiet Friday evening, along a path filled with trees that stand tall on both sides of the road and shield away the sunlight, a gentle wind was blowing. The wind was blowing so tenderly as if a music was playing softly, asking visitors to stop, close their eyes, feel the tender breeze, let it wash against their skin and smell the scent of the earth. Crickets were humming and gently whispering into the ears of visitors passing by. At that moment, there was a lady so beautiful and kind sitting on a bech along the side of the road. For that instant in time, she looked just like the ideal women from a conservative society with a personality that is as calm as sentimental music.
Sitting on a bench parallel to the roadside, the woman was dressed in white with her hair tied into a bun. She was sitting cross-legged, her left hand nicely placed on top of her left leg. She was looking down and smiling so softly it could barely be seen, as if she was looking at something beautiful that fulfilled and completed her.
She sat calmly on a bench by herself as if nothing but her own thoughts mattered at the moment. The thoughts that made her want to live within her imagination, the setting of a perfect place, where she could be free from the expectations of her society. She was a quiet, modest and thoughtful young lady. A lady with beautiful thoughts whose only wish was to live a peaceful life. She wanted to live without having to constantly face harsh reality and its pain, to never harm anybody and to never be involved in conflict.
As she sat in front of the willow trees with upside down leaves that resembled drops of rain falling from the sky, she looked even more dreamy and peaceful. She was soft, gentle and calm, like soft music that touches one’s soul.