She was a pretty girl with a beautiful soul. You couldn't look at her and keep walking. You had to turn around and look again, to make sure that you saw a real person and not an illusion of the girl of your dreams. Everything so perfect about her. From her hair to her toes. Was she a person or a piece of art? Every time she walked past you, you imagined what it would be like to kiss her, to be in her arms, to be loved by her.
While everyone drooled over her fascinating smile, deep down inside she had an excruciating storm which was making it unbearable for her to hold onto that smile. What got her insides squirming, her senses writhing in pain, and her mind filled with anxiety? She wasn't sure. She wasn't sure about anything in life. The girl who was attracting everyone with her soothing aura, whose smile was enough to bring peace and solace in this world, didn't know how to be peaceful.
On a rather dull day, she sat on the stairway to her apartment, contemplating about her miseries. Her eyes a bit teary, her lips twitching into sad curves as there was no one to force a smile. She didn't eat all day and yet she was full, but somehow the melancholy that was feeding off her seemed to be hungry for more. All she could wish for was someone to drag her soul from her body; afterlife was divine, she had read that, but it will be better than life, that, she knew for a fact.
The sun strolled from east to west, still she sat there, hopeless. The city was illuminated with evening lights, colourful and bright, while she stared out the window, thinking about her colourless life. Darkness prevailed over the stairway, the window being the only source of light. It was a perfect imitation of how she was feeling. The lights from the window were highlighting every bit of her, her glowing skin, eyes glistening and the flicks of her hair touching her cheek, she was indeed, a work of art. While the darkness surrounding her was bewitching, as if it was seizing her, inch by inch.
When she was back to her senses, she found herself on the terrace, staring at the sumptuous skyline of a city which never sleeps. How she got there was beyond her wit but, the breeze in her hair was welcoming. It made breathing easy for her. Her heart felt lighter than it was while sitting on the stairs. Something about this evening air, something that kept Mumbai unflurried and unblemished even after being through so many storms, seemed to have possessed her too. The spirit of Mumbai!
She smiled. She smiled so brightly, even the stars in the night sky had to look again. Was the Moon still hiding behind the clouds or was it down there, the stars might've been confused for a while. The spirit of Mumbai had set her free and there she stood, smiling, for the first time in months.
Her smile also happened to pave the way for her tears. The spirit seemed to have freed her tears as well. On the stairs, she didn't know what to feel anymore and now, all the emotions were flowing away, like water flows from the river bed. Every teardrop was a waterfall, her favourite song had so much more meaning to it then. "So you can hurt, hurt me bad, But still I'll raise the flag", she murmured the lines through her grin, wiping away her tears.
While everyone drooled over her fascinating smile, deep down inside she had an excruciating storm which was making it unbearable for her to hold onto that smile. What got her insides squirming, her senses writhing in pain, and her mind filled with anxiety? She wasn't sure. She wasn't sure about anything in life. The girl who was attracting everyone with her soothing aura, whose smile was enough to bring peace and solace in this world, didn't know how to be peaceful.
On a rather dull day, she sat on the stairway to her apartment, contemplating about her miseries. Her eyes a bit teary, her lips twitching into sad curves as there was no one to force a smile. She didn't eat all day and yet she was full, but somehow the melancholy that was feeding off her seemed to be hungry for more. All she could wish for was someone to drag her soul from her body; afterlife was divine, she had read that, but it will be better than life, that, she knew for a fact.
The sun strolled from east to west, still she sat there, hopeless. The city was illuminated with evening lights, colourful and bright, while she stared out the window, thinking about her colourless life. Darkness prevailed over the stairway, the window being the only source of light. It was a perfect imitation of how she was feeling. The lights from the window were highlighting every bit of her, her glowing skin, eyes glistening and the flicks of her hair touching her cheek, she was indeed, a work of art. While the darkness surrounding her was bewitching, as if it was seizing her, inch by inch.
When she was back to her senses, she found herself on the terrace, staring at the sumptuous skyline of a city which never sleeps. How she got there was beyond her wit but, the breeze in her hair was welcoming. It made breathing easy for her. Her heart felt lighter than it was while sitting on the stairs. Something about this evening air, something that kept Mumbai unflurried and unblemished even after being through so many storms, seemed to have possessed her too. The spirit of Mumbai!
She smiled. She smiled so brightly, even the stars in the night sky had to look again. Was the Moon still hiding behind the clouds or was it down there, the stars might've been confused for a while. The spirit of Mumbai had set her free and there she stood, smiling, for the first time in months.
Her smile also happened to pave the way for her tears. The spirit seemed to have freed her tears as well. On the stairs, she didn't know what to feel anymore and now, all the emotions were flowing away, like water flows from the river bed. Every teardrop was a waterfall, her favourite song had so much more meaning to it then. "So you can hurt, hurt me bad, But still I'll raise the flag", she murmured the lines through her grin, wiping away her tears.
