(A small observation put into words)
It is DARK,except for the flickering light of the yellow street bulb,that hardly knows for whom and for what it is turned on.The faded human voices blend with the chirpings of the cricket and compose an unnoticed harmony.I sit in a three-and-a-half-legged chair,placed at the corner of an antique road,which needs a board saying”This is road” to make you believe it’s a road.To my left stands Baniyan-Babu,busy making kothu parotta(a south-Indian food),for which I am waiting,now.
“Babu….I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes.Are you making it or just playing with tumblers?”,I yell and go out.
And that is when I see HER,walking from far away.I look at her closely.
The Bindi,which she kept in the morning,with almost spending one minute,to make it a complete circle,is now,not a circle anymore,rather a blemish dot.
BUT SHE ISN’T WORRIED ABOUT IT.
Her hair dances in the air and her hair band slips off from her hair,showing her exhaustion of a heavy day.BUT SHE ISN’T WORRIED ABOUT IT.
Her beauty for which the world compliments her,every day,is in ruins,now.Mascara has smudged all over her eyes.Her concealer bid farewell long ago.Her lips barely have the cherry colour.BUT SHE ISN’T WORRIED ABOUT IT.
The perfume,which she sprayed all over her,forcefully,to make others feel pleasant,does’t linger anymore.BUT SHE ISN’T WORRIED ABOUT IT.
Every effort she took to make her look like how others want her to be,is becoming futile slowly,as night approches.BUT SHE ISN’T WORRIED ABOUT IT.
Because she knows,under the blanket of darkness,she can be carefree.No eyes prey on her or assess her or atleast,she is not conscious of the eyes,that look at her,as darkness conceals everything and that gives her a new confidence.She doesn’t depend on make overs to walk in the dark.
She is starting to be more of herself.She isn’t meeting others’ expectation and She has unlocked herself from others’ captivation.
Working in a corporate company,has deviated her into what she is not.She can’t escape the daylight,which illuminates her,to others.To appeal others,she walks,speaks,laughs,smiles etc.But now,she feels she is free in the dark.Darkness has pulled down her mask.She is true and with truth comes beauty.
“Beauty is truth,truth beauty,
That is all ye know on earth and all ye need to know “
Block her as she crosses you and throw a “Hi “at her,she’ll say “Hi”back,not from her mouth,but from her heart.
IN THE LIGHT OF DARKNESS,AN IMPOSTER IS NO MORE AN IMPOSTER.