She was waiting for the street car, along the road side, which had been so crowded all day long. She could hardly see anyone , then.It was a cold night of late summer and the cold wind was secretly blowing through the branches of the trees, scared of on setting fall season. She had always been scared of such weather when all witches and ghosts are set loose to celebrate….and every other night is felt like a Halloween night…
She slipped inside the glass cabin and started peeping through the fainted glass. From outside she looked as if she had been framed inside it. Suddenly she had that feeling inside her gut …of being framed since ever and …for ever…..
A long-waiting tear-drop left the corners of her deep blue eyes and seeped into the fresh bruises along her cheek side. She felt the pinch of pain and uttered a faint scream for the memories of the night which never seemed to pass…..
She dropped her light summer hat over her watery gaze....
The wind was wandering and searching for her weak spots...She felt tremor under her bruised skin…She was scarcely dressed up for the weather. Her light white silk blouse and short red skirt were already soaked in the light shower , that night had had earlier…
Her long black stockings were flimsy and torn. She was wearing high heels but her lean legs were staggering just like her restless arms, moving across the matching red handbag ..as if she was attempting to open or close it…in confusion…
She was trying to recollect herself ..again…as usual….when her wandering thoughts got crushed under the roar of the heavy wheels of a street car. It was not her street car though, as it was going in the opposite direction. She wished the street car should turn back for her, but its direction and schedule were fixed just like its fate fixed inside the tracks on the roads….
"Wasn’t she herself …just like a Street Car…dressed just like it..painted just like it..a soul-less vehicle....wheeling on high heels ..going in the direction she didn’t want to go…? People standing in queues…boarding her…paying the fare ..and leaving her alone…going into their own directions….She serves them..and they ditching her….and calling her ..a bitch…who the hell they were if she was a bitch…..who had written her fate which she couldn’t change…The society…or she , herself…was writing it …for her....Was'nt she taken for-granted....Was she in debt....Did she own some self-respect..for her.."….The thoughts came like the pain of a cut by a murderous weapon….she started abusing aloud….in a moment she was shouting …screaming…and scratching her face…full of fresh bruises. Her matt red lipstick got spread like the blood stain all over her face…She was looking like a witch …set loose…at the Halloween Night…got entangled in the brooms of thousand branches..was she a human....was she alive.....where was she living...in her soul... in her thoughts...or in her body......why was she living.....the questions were banging loud....
A few minutes after a street car arrived at her stop….and with her staggering legs and hopes,she boarded it. She was all alone......!
She sat at one of the front seats ,took out a small mirror from her handbag and started wiping out the stains from her face with an old tissue….while the driver was staring back at her from his mirror too….
No one said a word…..neither the mirrors….She was quite alright, after a while…She managed an entertaining smile …again!
She slipped inside the glass cabin and started peeping through the fainted glass. From outside she looked as if she had been framed inside it. Suddenly she had that feeling inside her gut …of being framed since ever and …for ever…..
A long-waiting tear-drop left the corners of her deep blue eyes and seeped into the fresh bruises along her cheek side. She felt the pinch of pain and uttered a faint scream for the memories of the night which never seemed to pass…..
She dropped her light summer hat over her watery gaze....
The wind was wandering and searching for her weak spots...She felt tremor under her bruised skin…She was scarcely dressed up for the weather. Her light white silk blouse and short red skirt were already soaked in the light shower , that night had had earlier…
Her long black stockings were flimsy and torn. She was wearing high heels but her lean legs were staggering just like her restless arms, moving across the matching red handbag ..as if she was attempting to open or close it…in confusion…
She was trying to recollect herself ..again…as usual….when her wandering thoughts got crushed under the roar of the heavy wheels of a street car. It was not her street car though, as it was going in the opposite direction. She wished the street car should turn back for her, but its direction and schedule were fixed just like its fate fixed inside the tracks on the roads….
"Wasn’t she herself …just like a Street Car…dressed just like it..painted just like it..a soul-less vehicle....wheeling on high heels ..going in the direction she didn’t want to go…? People standing in queues…boarding her…paying the fare ..and leaving her alone…going into their own directions….She serves them..and they ditching her….and calling her ..a bitch…who the hell they were if she was a bitch…..who had written her fate which she couldn’t change…The society…or she , herself…was writing it …for her....Was'nt she taken for-granted....Was she in debt....Did she own some self-respect..for her.."….The thoughts came like the pain of a cut by a murderous weapon….she started abusing aloud….in a moment she was shouting …screaming…and scratching her face…full of fresh bruises. Her matt red lipstick got spread like the blood stain all over her face…She was looking like a witch …set loose…at the Halloween Night…got entangled in the brooms of thousand branches..was she a human....was she alive.....where was she living...in her soul... in her thoughts...or in her body......why was she living.....the questions were banging loud....
A few minutes after a street car arrived at her stop….and with her staggering legs and hopes,she boarded it. She was all alone......!
She sat at one of the front seats ,took out a small mirror from her handbag and started wiping out the stains from her face with an old tissue….while the driver was staring back at her from his mirror too….
No one said a word…..neither the mirrors….She was quite alright, after a while…She managed an entertaining smile …again!
SW
Dedicated to women victims
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