The Author,
We used to sit till late at night in a café near the Rialto Bridge. I was a journalist on a professional trip when I met her in Venice, the floating island of Italy and the capital of the Veneto region. She was charming and had the natural aura that captivated whoever came within its proximity.
She was not a native. Her accent and appearance stood out for her, nonetheless, the Roman culture had embraced her, providing her with a 'home' she had been searching for. She was unique, everything around her screamed power, engulfing the person in overpowering chants.
She never bothered to give out her origins, past and ambitions and, neither I nor the Venice ever pondered over it. We just ate whatever was served on our plate, instead of scrutinizing it, we opted to enjoy. Her sen
