Chapter 3

"Raat kali ek khwaab main ayi..." the song went on in her head she hummed the the song as she crossed the newly opened flyover across Moolchand.She was really getting tired of the daily hustle and bustle of the city and she missed home , her home was really a small village near Kullu and she loved her village.it was the kind of place where one could see rainbows in the horizon after a drizzle.It was a place where kids roamed around freely and sometimes so freely that in summer most of the little children preferred to be naked.She missed that innocence of childhood when she could run and dive into the village lake and swim without any lewd comments or stares.she was growing older yet in her mind she was still the eight year old village girl who moved to a big city and hated the crowd and the cars and the smoke.She was a bird who was caged in the city, she had everything one could ask for yet she had nothing, her soul was somewhere else and she wanted her soul back.She had lived in a city for more than 17 years now yet she never truly lived here.She was empty , her soul was still out there in the village playing with the kids and sleeping under the stars.
Her existence in the city was for only money and this money was something that she both loved and hated.She loved it because it saves her life and that of her dying father.Her father has had a disease which has not only eaten him up but ate away her childhood her mother's life and now her youth.But she loved her father and she never complained, she took it upon her to help her father from the day she set fire to her mother's pyre and assumed the role of the 'son' of the household.
She hates money as it is eating her soul away slowly and slowly , she tried to set her mind into it but she couldn't she was to 'human' for the world she worked in.She knew she had to quit someday but she didn't know when, maybe after her passes away , which she wished never happens as she loved him and he was the only one who really cared for her.It had been only an year since her mother who had suffered all her life had passed away.She was sad about her death yet she was happy that she had died as she had suffered a lot , from being the single breadwinner for the family to taking care of a child and a paralyzed husband to living a little for herself , she had really gone through a lot , maybe god gave her a 'vacation' that she really wanted.She knew her mom was with her , she could feel her looking at her or maybe she was just guilty.
"Screeech" the loud sounds of her scooty's brake broke her thoughts, she had reached her destination.it was only 6.45pm and somehow she was early, though she knew it was only a mere coincidence that the traffic near SouthEx moved fast but she thanked her mom and god nevertheless.She always thanked them for anything good that happened in her life and fought with them for all the wrong.

Chapter 2

She made her way to the kitchen and looked for the coffee pot"hmmm i lost it again , i swear it was here somewhere" she laughed at her carelessness, "here u are my sweety my coffee pot", she washes it and poured milk into it and put some coffee in her favorite pink mug which had "Princess" embossed on it. She fixed herself a sandwich which she ate like a hungry pig , taking huge bites of the sandwich.
"Aaahh man this coffee feels so good" she could feel the caffeine rushing through her veins and releasing the drowsiness from her head. She moved into her bedroom and switched on her radio "raat kali ek kwaab main ayi..." the radio blared with kishore kumar's voice, she loved this song and she danced a little on it. She opened her drawer and took out her handbag "now where the fuck is my cellphone",she looked for it for a while and then she found it under the sheets next to her bed.
She picked up her phone and checked for calls she missed while she was dosing off."No calls ,guess no one misses me" she snickered and put it in her bag."Now where are my keys, aj fir late hu main, kya yaar i need to buy a key chain , this way that I am gonna loose the bloody key for sure...",She looked for it in her cupboard and found it in her change box."when did i throw it there?" she wondered to herself., "maybe i have a ghost here".
She picked up her things and walked to her door and tried to find the lock which she had misplaced again ,"I need to cut down on these pills" she said to herself and quickly locked the door and hurried down the stairs literally jumping them down , she was late and her boss would kill her , it was the third time this week and she knew he would get mad, she imagined his huge round face going mad with anger.
She needed that job , she needed it for many reasons and thats why she never said anything to him, he was a nice person but he was cranky and loud.
"Aaj fir motu gaali degaaI am late as usual"
She went to the garage and kicked started her old scooty which she had christened "Lolita" , especially after watching Sholay though she wanted to name it "Dhanno" but she loved Lolita it was the name of her old cat which was killed by a speeding truck.
"Hoja start madame please" she begged her old scooty which never started on time , she thanked god each day that she wasn't robbing a bank with it because if that were the case she would have to ask the cops to start this old scooty.
So after a hell of lot of begging , kicking and swearing old Lolita started ,her little engine purred and she quickly jumped on it and changed gears and sped for her destination.

Chapter 1

Its five in the evening she stumbles out of bed eyes all weary n tired , she tries to take out her slippers from under the bed "hmm just a lil more ...there got it". She puts on her favorite pink robe which feels cold against her warm body fresh out of the warmth of her mink blanket. She walks towards the bathroom and opens the door it creaks loudly "note to self, i really need to oil this bloody thing" .
She turns on the tap and brushes her teeth. She looks at herself in the mirror "hmmm gt some dark circles, maybe i should quit smoking" , she opens her medicine cabinet and takes out her medicated soap and washed her face with it and put on some lactokelamine.
She stepped into the shower and pured some water on herself "man its cold, i need that geyser" , stepping out of the shower she fumbled her for her towel which was hanging on the latch.She comes out of the shower shivering with cold and the cold floor gives no comfort either.
She opens her cabinet and looks at her clothes though she has only three pair of jeans and a few tees , she tries hard to match some clothes for the evening. "next year i will have to get a few dresses" .She quickly puts on her clothes though she has no sweater she has one new denim jacket which she was gifted by some aunt.
She moves towards her shoe cabinet well not really a cabinet more a fruit box which she bought from a fruit vendor."hmmm what should i wear today,lemme see shoes or flipflop" after a quick decision she slips on her heels and ties them up.
She goes to her mirror and takes out her vanity box and puts on her bright red lipstick as today is a special day for her, she applies some blush and combs her hair and ties it in a pony. She puts some kajal in her eyes and she gives herself a quick dekko of herself in the mirror. She is nearing 25 but she still looks 18 though she has some dark circles and some bruises yet some concealer and few strokes of her brush could do the job of hiding her blemishes.