There she was, sitting on a wheel chair, a very old woman, white hair wrinkled face and blank eyes. Waiting to be boarded on the flight.
There were younger people around , some posing for pictures, some excited about the next project , group of students going to school picnic seem so excited and loud.
Yet her eyes remain blank. May be she is thinking about the transience of everything that everybody else seems so excited about.
She is not sad but doesn't seem too happy either.
May be she is thinking of her family , may be about old friends or may be nothing. People pass by, move around, they don't seem to notice her.
Yet, her eyes remain blank.