an usual scene in kolkata's morning.
bus stop, tea stall..people gathered...all kinds of people...
some who are waiting the bus, standing there,
some who are on their way back home with bags of vegetables and fish,
bus drivers, conductors, beggars, shopkeepers,and the lazy good for nothings.
every one flocks around the tea stall under the banyan tree every morning. They chat, read the newspaper aloud, protest against govt system which wrap neighbourhood problems. everything here happens in chorus. everything either goes down with small gulps of tea or goes up with cigarette smoke.
among these men and sari clad women there stood a figure sipping tea from the clay cup. very short hair, not too tall, not too short,broad shoulders,masculine wrists with a round silver watch, a bunch of papers folded in hand. denim jacket over polyster trousers. rubber slippers....he turned around!!!!
its a woman...her face didnt show it...her body did...
the face had a tough expression.no sign of facial care...
people just passed her by, even pushed their way away, not even a second look...
not that she was too old, she must have been in her mid 40's.
no jewellery, no make up. men who bumped into her wouldnt bother to apologise, because they never realized it was needed.
she must have been like this since a very a long time.may be she lives alone and she doesnt bother.may she is too busy to bother. may be she had parents old and sick and she forgot all about herself while taking care of them. may be she is the only one who earns and she thinks spending on the look of a woman is expensive.may be she has siblings but they dont bother. may be they were dependent too and she thinks they deserve it better. who knows!!!
may be her heart broke and no one pampered her out of it.
whatever it may be ,she thought needed to become more of a man just to fight being considered as a 'woman' and she thought this appearance would help.
or may be she never liked being a woman and she thus never liked make up!!!??....
how could that be!!!!
she has awlays liked being a woman....
she had red toe nails....
i felt as if.....its so much me................u remembered me and my looks .... did i tell you i had real short hair.... those that would stand right straight... i am still that tomboy..... becoming woman may be..... only tender touch of someone special can turn a girl or tomboy to a woman....
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