Startled she looks behind only to find a preety young woman staring at her
‘What happened here?’ the traveler wakes disturbed by the noises.
He looks at the lady standing infront of her and falls back to silence.
‘You still are with her..’ the lady, dressed in a yellow ruggage cloak with a hood speaks after a moment breaking the silence, her voice shaking while making a statement.
‘what brings you here mother?’asks the traveler.
“Mother?’ exclaims Laira unable to believe that this lady who still looks like she is in her 20’s could be the traveler’s mother.
‘Thank you’ dear says the lady hastily..obviously understanding what little laira meant.
‘when one lives for eternity one forgets to grow old..’she says softly.
Then staring at her son for a moment again, she speaks
‘Let me not be the one to burn you in flames my son for that would be another curse to live with for eternity..’ with tears welling in her eyes.
‘I’m sorry mother’ replies the traveler. His voice filled with grief refusing to face his mother.
A crowd of people wearing same yellow cloak like that of the lady then passes by making a strange noise, like chanting something.
One in the front, a heavily built man with a tattoo of flame made in middle of his shaved forehead looks at the lady furiously like he dosen’t permit them being seen together and shouts out aloud ‘hell, hell, hell’
The lady on the cloak looks at the man then follows her silently
‘You have a choice mother. Why are you hurting yourself?’ asks the traveler, while his mother silently follows the man.
‘I had a choice son.. I donot have now but you do. I’m sure you understand’she says
‘Do you feel no pain?’asks the traveler, his voice stammering, almost broken now while his mother walks away, almost making a request for her to stop.
‘I do. Don’t you?’ she looks at him mournfully from a distance and disappears in the crowd.