It was a sunday and it rained heavily. The hazy winds accomponied the rain and the sun was visible as a faint bleach in the wrath of black clouds. It was dark inside my house and it was just 1700hrs. Time seemed to come to a stand still and my mobile got switched off because of low battery.
I stood in the balcony to see how the rain god is casting his spell on the bystanders. There she was hiding with a baby in her hand under the poorly laid tin roof.
The rain drops percolated through her hairs and her eyes had a shade of bleakness. The child was crying. She is probably the mother of that child. She might be having a drunkard as her husband who boozes away all his earnings. She might be very well working in xerox shop or a telephone booth. And may be saving her fortunes to buy baby food.
She was wearing a wrinkled salwar and had a age-old mobile in her hand. The baby was still crying and she took out a feeding bottle from half torn jute bag hanging to her left shoulders.
I wonder what plans she has for the future. She would obviously like to make her son/daughter an engineer. She would obviously change the company if she feels that her manager is having a wrong motive. She may leave the kid in some missionary if she wants to end her life or she may very well become a nun or so.
We often attach a lot of respect towards things like pride,success..etc. Success is something like a light in the tunnel but its that of an approaching train. There she is standing in the rain with a wailing baby. She might very well have failed. But she is beautiful. All those wrinkles and bleakness that her hardships had given her had made her more beautiful. I dont see beauty in the coat of success. Its the failure and the hardships that makes one beautiful. Well.. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I went downstairs to grab a cup of hot chai. And there she came to the bakery with the baby. I saw her buying a cream bun and giving a small piece of it to the baby. I slowly walked near her and asked her gathering all my courage "How old are you?"
"19!" she said.
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