My Antagonist

Holding Hands

"It is a masterpiece" I thought as I stood up quietly in front of this big portrait of two holding hands and I just could not contained my amusement.

"It seems like from a mid 20s." the lady beside me undoubtedly said that made my ears turn to the right even though I've heard her from my left. I walked away without seeing her face. I go from here to there, side by side and every corner of the room. Aside from beautiful paintings, the gallery is filled with bright people illuminating the room with its dim lights that made the light on every painting brighter than the surroundings. I went back to see the portrait of that holding hands and saw the lady still standing right in front of it.

"I still think that it seems like from a mid 20s." She said. I wonder why she kept saying that but above all, I wonder whom she's talking with. My curiosity led me to face her. Her gray eyes steadily angled at its center making her looking straight to the portrait but to my confusion, "She's blind?!" I unknowingly bubbled out.

"Yes gentleman, I am a blind woman. Now, I am certain that you are a mid 20s young man." She said.

I realized this time that she was not talking about the portrait in front of us but she's referring to me. I wonder what makes her say such things on this very crowdy place that you can't hardly recognize a single person and why would she be talking to me?

"Thank you for taking time to look at my painting." Her soft voice reaches my ears.

"Are you the one who painted this holdings hands?" I asked.

"Indeed. You see, people on this gallery only passed by on every paintings but somehow you stopped by. Thank you for taking your time. I hope you can learn from taking time." She replied.

So now, I am more worried than confused to where this conversation might go and I have so much questions. What does she mean by learning from taking time? How did she knew that I was observing her painting if she can't even see me? And such masterpiece that made by a blind woman?

"I'm sorry ma'am but, who are you?"

"Didn't you knew me already earlier? You said I was the one who painted this two holding hands." She wittingly uttered.

Hmm..Seems like she has a very good humor though. Yes, she's right, I knew already that she made this portrait.

"How did you managed to paint this?" I asked her but just right then, a man came behind our back and whispered something to her. It could be her husband. He's a well fitted man just good enough for a petit woman of its almost 30s, hmm, seems like I can also make guesses of other people's ages.

She turned to me and bowed down to say goodbye. I see her walking away from where she was once standing leaving me unanswered questions. Could it be, that this is what she meant by learning from taking time? Should I be patient enough to have the answers?