she woke up in the morning, switched on her laptop, checked her mail. nothing of importance whatsoever. not what she wanted. she checked her cell. no miscalls. she switched to facebook. no new notifications. wrong start to the day. all day long she did everything she had to, with her heart in a far away country, wondering, waiting. her mother called her incessantly. she refused to take the call. what did it matter anymore? the woman who divorced her father could no longer be of any importance to her. all she wanted was to talk to him, to find out if what she optimistically hoped for was true... what did she not do for him? anyways...she starved herself daylong. one amongst many goals of her life at present was to fit into the hot pair of skinny jeans she had spied at the mall...at 48kg, she was ridiculously overweight! no wonder the calls didn't come...oh what agony life was...would anyone ever understand?
she woke up and looked for her lone companion. the dog sat patiently beside her head, waiting for her to stir. she fished in her rags for the few leftover crumbs and fed it to her friend. suddenly, a car zoomed by, splashing a rush of muddy water on her. wrong start of the day.all day long she had to walk from one signal to another, trying in vain to convince the travellers to buy her bunch of stale flowers. she wished she had a family. a person who would take responsibility. a person who would feed her. a person who would worry if she came back late to the plastic tent she called home. she needed food.at 48 kg, she could hardly bear the labour. she looked as wasted as the flowers she sold. no wonder the money didn't come. the old, bald, paunchy man would snatch away her money as it is...
her mother sent her a happy meal through the driver. God, that woman...didn't she know burgers were sin? she opened the window of her car...and unflinchingly threw the packet on the pavement. the girl caught it.
not a bad day at all.