Seeds

She sat with her feet dangling down the wall, the packet of seeds by her side - salt and chilli powder on her palm - she dipped the seeds into this mixture and delicately nibbled them - what a strange taste, not at all unpleasant - why had she expected them to be nasty? the things you constantly discover - she smiled at the thought.

Like discovering this place - it was such a surprise! Who would've guessed such a hidden idyllic spot right in the heart of the city - it was completely empty, today as all other days of her visit, although the roar of the traffic lay just beyond the skin of silence that enfolded this space. A rocky pool lay twenty feet below her, orange dragonflies flitted in the dense evening air. Beautiful, clear, gold washed through gray woolly skies - making the world glow. There was an air of expectancy, as usual, in evening sunlight of these monsoon days - was it the phase of ending that made it so, the quenching of the last light? She had not been this happy for a long time - happy?? Ok, at least silent, and at peace - quiet in the inside, and ready. The pool was an opaque slate separate from the luminescent air - deliberately so; sun cast long shadows into the pool - there she was, long and skinny reaching all the way to the other side of the pool - a stick figure already imprinted on water down below.

She sat nibbling at the seeds, leisurely, savoring the spicy chilli that made her wince - the taste was definitely growing on her - this was easy. She mused again at why this particular location was specially interesting - to answer a question - no 'googling', no searches in libraries, talking with people had given her any clue about the seeds she had harvested and, there was only one way to find out. Today she would definitely know if the brain remained active till the last moment, if she saw herself fall, or if the brain switched off first. In either case, her purpose would be served - soon the lights would be out.