The poetess is going to the Coachin Airport with her 66 years old mother.
COACHINAIRPORT
My mother has become so old, her face is looking like a corpse and she has lost her vitality of life
I am worried that my mother is not going to live long enough and I might lose her soon
Time runs so fast it is like it was yesterday when I used to be small and go out with my mother to play outside.
The poetess tries to divert her thoughts by looking outside the car window. She sees some children playing outside and thinks to herself...
The poetess looks again at her mother while waiting in the queue of the security check. Her mother looks pale, colourless and faded like the winter moon.
please form a line.
SECURITY CHECK
The poetess was hiding all her emotions behind a big smile on her face while bidding adieu. she left for her flight promising herself that she would visit soon.