Stepping out of my beloved Prius as K found a spot to park before my early morning routine blood work appointment at the local clinic I spied a pretty lady ahead of me reading the board that listed all the offices in that building. Towering over her I read along. She smiled and asked me if I knew where the clinic was. Turned out she was there for blood work as well and like me it was her first time at this new location. As we walked out, I struggled with the door handle pressing the wrong side forcing it to open. She waited for me to give up and with a smile again opened the panel adjacent to the one I was fighting with and walked out with grace.
Following her and berating myself for my clumsiness we both made it to the clinic door seconds apart. She walked in first and registered and I waited behind wondering if I had walked a little faster may be I would have been first in line. As I stood respectfully at a distance while the person at the counter assisted her, I watched as she fumbled with her purse dropping coins and gave out her personal details so the technician could pull up her record.
K and I were both stunned when we realized she was older than our grandmothers. At a little over 80, she had driven herself to the clinic and had the energy of a little squirrel as she calmly went about her activities. I watched as she hung up her coat and waited. She had bright red lipstick on, a pretty hairstyle and was dressed in a comfortable pair of pants and sweater. She looked very dignified and in control. I couldn’t help but be reminded of my paati.
On my way out we watched as she drove ahead of us. All through my ride to work, I could not help wishing I would be half the person she was at her age. If I lived that long. There was something very graceful and beautiful about her. The kind of innocence and beauty I find in babies. Life does come a full circle.