Short Muses Vol: 1

n my career of teaching. I was a scholarship earner, great researcher, student counsellor and lecturer. I made so many students, career opportunities and life that sometimes I do wonder, wha

enuity now passing through

e and donate. Though I left my teaching life, I helped them occasionally because I was renowned in my past career. I had earned my own passion for existence in this world and continued it through my own hardship. Nothing in this world, my dear you can have without hardship as beyond any doubt but my luck was quite remarkable at that point. People I known were good people, helpful, e

look around when I had to welcome her to myself. I asked her to know what was on her mind? She absent mindedly wanted to see my catalogue for the specifications. I took the liberty to show her my master pieces along with my catalogue. She was in her early forty, with tired cloudy dark brown eyes that's been sparkling from distance, hazel brown hair lazily hanging over her shoulders, slim toned body but not skinny, who was taking time to chose her suitable needs. I was feeling drenched by her presence. It seemed she was going through a lot in her early age, used a red lipstick to hide her chapped lips, so no one could notice, tired eyes showing her struggling lifestyle that she was trying to enjoy, pale skin turned to gorgeous shiny pink by make up. Smooth touch of her skin telling me that she was trying to take care of herself. She was taking more time than I expected, it was almost past three o'clock. My lunch and rest time was overindulging when she asked her chauffer to buy a lunch for us. My employees were all left, Saturday we closed early but because of her I had to take the responsibility to taking care of this order personally. I was overwhelmed by

appreciated to myself for being so generous to this lovely, little, sad lady. Next time, I got the courage to launch ladies suits wi