She filled the place with flowers all the way up to the parking lot. The chapel and lobby was inundated with pure and white gleaming blossoms that overflowed to the driveway. Chit Estella lived a large life, and by that we don’t mean Oprah’s definition of a “large life” when she refers to her friends who own private jets and make three designer gown changes inside of one party (Mariah making a gown change walking away from an awards night, changing again into another beaded dress on her way to a party, slipping into another sequined outfit to walk five meters of paparazzi to her car from the party, and Oprah said it was because “she lived large…” or “she lived a large life”. No. That’s not what we mean.)
Chit in her simple but exquisite clothes unintentionally lived a large life as she documented and reported on government functions that should be accounted for by public officials – events that affected the lives of a large number of people – making the public more watchful of those who ruled them and more capable of determining their destiny.
How large could your life get when the landscape of a country changes with a turn of a well-researched page?
(albeit, without meaning to, as she joined our food binges, Christmas rehearsals; translating poetry for a colleague’s birthday)