It was a strange meeting

It was a strange meeting. It happened a day I was at home. A rainy day… I listened to the music of the sad rain. Music came to my home with the drops of rain. Suddenly someone rang at my door. It was a young girl who was standing there and looking at me. "May I come in," she asked. "I will be glad," I answered. She sat down by the table in the kitchen. She did not say anything. She listened to the words of the rain. I was surprised. Nevertheless I kept silent too. She was so young and beautiful. Her eyes reminded me of blue sky on sunny days. Her dress was yellow. She looked like a strange yellow flower. It was so interesting that I began to ask her questions. They were simple questions about life. Her replies were clever and strong. Then I began to ask about serious things that had always interested me. Dreams, death, love, … "What do you think about it? " I was asking the strange girl. She gave me answers without any hesitation. Her thoughts were very clever. I could not understand how I felt about her words. It was something more than I could express with words. She looked at me with a tender smile. Rain… Evening opened its eyes and the streets became darker. I offered hot tea to my little guest. Suddenly I heard a new ring at my door. "Strange day..." I thought. A beautiful woman was standing behind the door. "Come in," I told her. She went into my kitchen. She did not say "good evening" to the girl. She sat down near her as if she was alone with me in the kitchen. Rain was playing its music. I was confused. I did not understand what was happening. It began to be intriguing for me. I began to talk with the woman. She was sad. She was as beautiful as the young girl too. But she was calm and sad. Our talk was very interesting for me too. She told me important things which I had always liked to know. Fate, friendship, creativity, eternity… She knew much about it. However, she had many hesitations. She told me that she was not sure that she was right. She asked me to open the window so that we could listen fully to the music of the rain. The joyful girl and sad woman were sitting with me in the kitchen. Who were they? I did not know. I knew that they were more clever, clearer, stronger and more beautiful than I was at the day of our meeting. I had received the answers to the questions that were important for me. The tender music of the rain was playing in my city. The window was opened. I turned away for a minute to make a cup of tea for the woman too. The kitchen was empty when I looked at the table. The rain had stopped. The silence deepened. I had the impression that both woman and girl had gone with the rain which had played music for me with its drops. The window was closed. "They went through the open window," I thought. I forgot all the clever words which had been told to me by the woman and the girl. I had troubles and reflection in my mind again. And I understood… The girl and the woman were myself. The girl came to me from my childhood. I recalled that wonderful yellow dress which was my favorite dress when I was a young girl. I recalled my sad thoughts which were told me by the woman too. If I was to lose part of my soul from now on then I would have another strange meeting with the girl and other new women in the future. One of them will be what I am now. And I will not recognize her. Her thoughts and wishes will be unusual and strange for me. They will come to me with the cold rain and go with the fresh wind through my open window. A strange meetings on the road of my life…