Lady

Imagine there's this girl you knew a couple of years ago from school, and at the time you thought, " She looks average, just another girl.". You don't see her for a year or two, and one day, you come across her on the street, and suddenly she's a lady, exemplifying beauty, and exuding grace and confidence that a school girl could never come close to.

Because you only have two frames of her, one two years ago and one now, it becomes as if you've just watched a flower bloom in a span of a few seconds. Your brain can't even process the command to ogle at any one part of her, because it's been overloaded by a sense of awe and humility from witnessing an act of nature that's beyond either imitation or understanding. She is alluring without brazenness, classy without being haughty, dainty and demure, yet confident and accommodating. Neither naive nor jaded, she seems wise and yet, innocent.

The girl you knew has vanished, and inexplicably, a lady has taken her place. The lady grants you a warm smile, and you smile back, and you talk with her, all the while conscious of the fact even though you both are the same age, you're still just a boy-man but she somehow seems mature enough to be your mother.. Somehow the gap between the both of you feels wider and wider with each passing second, and, too embarrassed to stay on, you make up some excuse about having to go. She only smiles and says, "It was good seeing you again."

You walk away.. somehow she's made your day, and ruined it at the same time.