The city grunts and heaves, it’s a cacophony, it’s rush hour. Yet she hears none of it. Not because, of the white earphones dangling from her ears, but simply because she’s deaf.
But in her heart of hearts, and in the gleam of her eyes is a secret.
Life in itself is a beautiful symphony. There’s a concerto in the minute of details, and it’s playing to an audience of one — her.