it was raining ,

and i walked as quickly as possible with my mates to the bank

waited a long while and after getting everything sorted out ,

i sat near the entrance

waiting for my friend

An old lady

with soft white hair, pleasant looking face and holding a walking stick,

walked slowly towards where i am sitting

there was two other indian guys

and there was no other seats left

I stood up and offered her my seat

She was pleased

She look ill and weak

"Are you alright " , i asked

She smiled at me and held my hand ,

"i m fine dear, thank you very much "

i stood quitely beside her

and then i looked at her

she held my hand again and told me that people are complaining something about her and the queue is long.

and that she is not feeling very well

i couldnt really get what she said, it was soft

she stood up a few times,

to check on her husband queuing up on behalf of her

"i will look out for you , don't worry " i told her to calm her down

she smiled

"Yes, sure. You can see better than me of course . I am blind"

i was shocked , looking straight into her eyes

"i am half blind"

i suddenly felt really sorry for her .

she stood up again

she decided to get back to her husband

" let me lead you to get over there" i told her

she held my hand close to her and said

"Its okay dear, i have to be independent "

she waved at me

and she left.