Monday, March 19, 2007


She sat across me in the train. I scrutinized her- Pitiful, thirty-five going on sixty.

I envisioned her slogging over a fire in some chawl.
Slaving for a heartless man and ungrateful children…

Her phone rang. In perfect English, she said she was on her way for the meeting.

Suddenly, I was even more pitiful.


Revealed said...

Oh! Loved it. Wish we'd see more posts like this on this blog. Just beautiful.

Spazsim Chasm said...

:) thanks.