The citylights

The city bathes in rain her neatly dressed semi formals too. The traffic had been always hectic when it rains, people get stuck for hours together. The sky growls and pours to its glory. She had a minor migraine problem,but she just cannot head back to her lonely cozy apartment. She read in her history chapters, men are the bread winners, but she has never witnessed that. She saw her mother going to work, and her sister cooked ridge gourd soup, while she prepared for her exams. She always saw her step father being arrested at home, imprisoned himself behind tobacco, nicotine and alcohol. Gone are those days when she dreamed of her wedding and a man in her life. Slowly she consumed the bad breathe of the reality. She believed riches can make one happy, she never looked down, as all she would see is darkness, neither did she look up, as the dark sky shrouds her face. She lived a life to make others smile, a life to deliver happiness to others. Her soared feet whispered to the cracked ankles,.. whispered the tales of the long untrimmed hair that cries for a touch of caress. They mock on her eyes, whose brown dazzle looks for liberty, looks for pleasure, looks for an end. Home had been a dungeon of dirty hopes, dusky shrieks of men who cried for love, women who cried for love , cried for a life! Her bed chokes her to the destiny of youthfulness, and the agony of living everyday.

She wakes up to a smoky morrow, who promises to her that the day would be hers, the saffron orchids hung from the lamp-posts would be hers, and the silk scarf that tries to unwind, would be hers. The little hopes, the little desires, the littleness of her vast life that would never leave her away. The raindrops would still bathe the city, while the public buses would still rush towards the terminus, and her unfolded crate of pain, would be hers, forever... She needs to live, she needs to walk, walk and survive the journey of life .

#Exodus.