Some months ago, I wrote this post on my blog on another website but it did not receive any significant response. Needless to say, the audience on WordPress is very responding which later becomes an encouragement for my writing. So I’m sharing this post here again. It is something I really want to bring to everybody’s notice.Thanks for your support!
Bald under the scorching heat as it mercilessly laved her skin, standing bare feet over the sharply charcoal-ed road that prevented her feet from experiencing the joy of wearing a pair of shoes, the girl wearing the golden earring was deprived.
I was frustrated and very annoyed on my way back home from my class yesterday. Every single person in the car was going on about something reckless I had done the other day and although I had admitted my mistake, I had to hear the scolding almost four times in one day. It was getting too much and I couldn’t control the tears that sprang in my eyes.
In order to avoid everything altogether- for I was in no mood of stretching the argument- I turned my face away and looked out the window when our car stopped. It was a busy road. Everyone seemed to be oblivious to the agony that I was undergoing. I WANTED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF!
While listing what I wanted and what I did not, I turned my face to the opposite side and saw her. I was taken aback. Another desire crept inside me; to help her. My eyes were wet with tears already and I didn’t have anything to give her, but I started digging in my bag, anyway. Luckily, I found a 5 rupee coin. I dont know how happy she must have been when her sweaty hands met the comparatively cold silver coin, or if she even was happy..because when I smiled at her, she did not.
I smiled again and waited. She didn’t smile back and it made me wonder if she thought I was mocking at her. The thought was horrible. I kept smiling till she had completely passed by my car, but all I got in return was a lonely stare. I realized the ‘agony’ I was experiencing a while ago was nothing compared to the silence in her deep brown eyes that went so well with her creased forehead.