The sun was almost lost in the laps of darkness. Somewhere among the everyday jostling between the crowded buses, she was returning home. She was your average looking next door girl. A plain Jane as they used to say. Hair all tousled from the sweating Kolkata heat. Dressed in a casual grey top and blue denims. People would hardly care for a second look towards her.
The only striking feature was her eyes. The kind of eyes you will find on the face of goddess durga. Like the strokes of a painter's brush. The kind of eye that drills past you and looks directly into your soul.
She reached her home. Her home. 1 bhk. Blue walls. A large mirror. A single bed. Few books lying on the bed. A large wardrobe.
She went for a bath. The cold water washed much more than just her. The water seemed to wash her soul too.
She came out. An orange towel wrapped around her to protect her modesty. She came and stood in front of the large full length mirror. She examined herself dropping down the towel. The water droplets moved down her curves inching slowly. Her curves, she was proud about them.
She opened the cupboard. Picked up a shimmery LBD. Then decided against it. Picked up a sheer black sari. Tried it on. Looked herself in the mirror again. The 40 watt bulb from the background threw diffused light from the back of her sari. She looked sideways. The silhouette accentuated her curves even more. Satisfied she dabbed a bit of mascara and lipstick (the bright red one) on her lips. She rolled her lips on top of each other to even out the lipstick.
After getting through with the intricacies of getting ready she sat down on her bed. She took up a fat looking book. Mathematics it said on the cover. Very slowly she turned to the middle page of the book.
The green leaves gave a distinct aroma. The kind of aroma which is hard to forget once you have smelled it. She picked up the leaves and started to grind it with her small fingers. The smell of the leaves and the sweat of her hands gave out a peculiar smell.
She placed the grinded leaves into a white paper and rolled it up using her saliva as adhesive. Satisfied with the result she placed the joint in her mouth and lit it up. She pulled in a deep drag.
Soon she was transported to a world of inhibitions and lightness. With each passing drag she forgot who she was and became who she was going to be.
The bell rang. It was time. The smoke washed away her fears and emotions. The society craved her body but they couldn't touch her free soul.
The only striking feature was her eyes. The kind of eyes you will find on the face of goddess durga. Like the strokes of a painter's brush. The kind of eye that drills past you and looks directly into your soul.
She reached her home. Her home. 1 bhk. Blue walls. A large mirror. A single bed. Few books lying on the bed. A large wardrobe.
She went for a bath. The cold water washed much more than just her. The water seemed to wash her soul too.
She came out. An orange towel wrapped around her to protect her modesty. She came and stood in front of the large full length mirror. She examined herself dropping down the towel. The water droplets moved down her curves inching slowly. Her curves, she was proud about them.
She opened the cupboard. Picked up a shimmery LBD. Then decided against it. Picked up a sheer black sari. Tried it on. Looked herself in the mirror again. The 40 watt bulb from the background threw diffused light from the back of her sari. She looked sideways. The silhouette accentuated her curves even more. Satisfied she dabbed a bit of mascara and lipstick (the bright red one) on her lips. She rolled her lips on top of each other to even out the lipstick.
After getting through with the intricacies of getting ready she sat down on her bed. She took up a fat looking book. Mathematics it said on the cover. Very slowly she turned to the middle page of the book.
The green leaves gave a distinct aroma. The kind of aroma which is hard to forget once you have smelled it. She picked up the leaves and started to grind it with her small fingers. The smell of the leaves and the sweat of her hands gave out a peculiar smell.
She placed the grinded leaves into a white paper and rolled it up using her saliva as adhesive. Satisfied with the result she placed the joint in her mouth and lit it up. She pulled in a deep drag.
Soon she was transported to a world of inhibitions and lightness. With each passing drag she forgot who she was and became who she was going to be.
The bell rang. It was time. The smoke washed away her fears and emotions. The society craved her body but they couldn't touch her free soul.
