Old woman description

The woman from the Zanskar valley in the Himalayas looked pretty old. Her hair were as grey as smoke. Her face looked like it had been cut and stitched back several times. A tired look was hidden behind her eyes as if saying that I can’t work anymore. A simple smile was indicating that she was happy with the way she was living, no longer wanting anything but peaceful life. She gave the feeling of an old, almost withered flower just blooming for the final time with a sense of satisfaction and pride. She was like a broken umbrella, trying her best to survive the harsh and cruel rain of this world and standing her position but knowing that she would not last long. She felt like a torn blanket trying to comfort you but not to the fullest. She gave the vibes of a bright and shining sun after a long, cold winter night. She was like warm cocoa on a cold, rainy day. Her voice was thin, nearly inaudible, but pleasure lay behind it. It was like a distant noise of a bell, ringing far away, hoping that someday someone would hear her out and answer her cries.

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By Dhruv Shah