Pen? Check.
Purse? Check.
Mobile? Check.
Handkerchief? Check.
Spectacles? Check.
She sighed as
she zipped her handbag.
The drill had
become exhausting.
From getting up
to hitting the bed again. She lived through the day mechanically.
She sighed again
as she heard her companion calling out to her and willed herself to get up and
get going.
It was a beautiful
day. With late spring and early summer blending. Glorious golden sun. Fresh
greens. And the scent of fall. All spread out like a painting.
She sighed.
Scenically stunning day. And it would be wasted behind Philips LED and rotting
files.
She drank the
day, or whatever was visible of it from behind the skyscraping apartments,
while weaving through the lanes which were being swept and dusted.
At office hours.
Always at office hours.
Hah! What good
was Nivea and Lakme when pitted against the Delhi dust?
MCD sweeper using
broom with vigor on a good deal of road. A rickshaw puller ruling the remaining.
A grocery vendor waiting to make his way ASAP. The Skoda, Merc and BMW honking.
They all looked
at her as if it was her fault to be walking all the way. Pedestrians! Well!
Hell with them. Why do they have to be out there on roads? She wanted to shake
them all out of their driving seats. She wanted to tell them that though you
have enough money to buy Pajeros and Scorpios, you have no traffic sense. No
road sense. No common sense. Basically no sense at all.
But she bit her
lip and let them all zip past her.
Just four more
days.
And then beneath
the shade of evergreens deodars, she would feel alive again.
Her eyes misted,
she slowed down and let them all zip past her.
She could wait.
Four days. She would wait.
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Some lovley descriptions in this, Ruby. I love the phrase, 'when pitted against the Delhi dust'. You also leave us wondering what will happen after the next four days. Intriguing. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Pat for your kind appreciation
DeleteHello again, Ruby, Just wanted to say that the Pat in the comment above is Millie Thom (my pen name). I forgot to say that yesterday and I couldn't get the comment box to work using my WordPress name. So if I comment agin as Pat (my real name) you'll know who it is! I often have a go at this challenge.
DeleteSure, and I look forward to hear from you more often. Thanks once again
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