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This is for all those who seek the joy in little things !

Her.

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She says she’s strong, but within she knows she’s not.
She’s broken, and mutilated and trampled upon.
But she rises from the ashes, and keeps going like nothing ever happened.
She takes the crowded local train everyday, and hates it.
But she does it anyway, because she wants to give her son a good education.
She paints her nails and lines her eyes. She glosses her lips but is never satisfied.
She does not have those Kim Kardashian curves, you see.
She complains about her 32 B and wishes she had a flat tummy.
She hates to wait for her pizza but has  a tower of patience for her boyfriend who never shows up for dinner.
She says she will change tomorrow.
That she will stop complaining and take charge.
But the next day never comes.
Once in a while she lets her hair down and goes dancing.
Tries to forget how pointless her life has been.
She takes one shot, and then another. Anything to fill that numb void within her.
Skipping from one job to another. As if, trying to find her purpose.
Building stories in her head, of how one day, she will travel the world.
How one day, everything will change.
Looking listlessly out the window, she looks at the street kids.
She looks at them laugh and tries to remember when was the last time she did the same.
She has no more memories of happiness. No recollection of peace.
She laughs forcefully but tears roll down her eyes.
The tears don’t stop and she continues laughing hysterically, like a mad woman.
She believes this is her life now.
She looks at her son’s shoes near the door, before she finally takes the final plunge.
The window was the only bliss she could find.
She has given up on her.
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Isn’t it strange how familiar this sounds? In today’s “modern world the modern human is somewhat lost. They may be your everyday colleague, someone who you see with that serene face in your college or gym. They look absolutely fine, but somewhere deep within they’re not not.
In the past few months I’ve seen several women cry in public places. Some of them sobbed bitterly, some of them quietly unsuccessfully tried to hide the tears. The others just looked at them with judgmental eyes, I could see no mercy not even pity in them!
I usually go ahead and ask if they’re okay and they just reply with a sad smile. Sometimes with a thank you.
I could say the same about men. But according to the inhumane standards of the society, they are not even at a liberty to cry!
Today we are ensnared in this world where we have no one to turn to. We strut around boasting about the number of our facebook friends, but when we are by ourselves we feel empty. Lonely.
Is this the world we wished for ? A place where everyone is isolated. A place where trust and understanding do not exist anymore?
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Author: TheWanderingMadrasi

I call myself a dreamer. Always curious and easily bored, you'l find me trying out new places or talking to random people as I go about my life. I find happiness in little things of life. Food is an obsession of mine! I like kickboxing so I pack a punch!

2 thoughts on “Her.

  1. I truly believe that this state of isolation is something we create ourselves or falsely imagine it . It fades away when we feel loved by the ppl who matter to us. I believe there are many beautiful people in this world. We just need to connect to them, keep our faith in people ! And our hearts open 🚪

    • I completely agree with you. It’s just sad that so many among us feel alone and unwanted. I hope someday we live in a world where no one feels the need to take such drastic steps, a world where help & comfort is just a arms length away. 🙂

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