My Lazy Girl

  He parked his car outside my favorite bakery and ordered me to stay inside the car until he returned. He locked the car and kept an eye on me from a distance while he ordered the food. He allowed me to cry my heart out in his arms. My sobbing intensified as he hugged me tightly and massaged my back. He waited patiently for me to take my time and relax. My heart felt lighter. My nose turned scarlet red, kajal smudged from the corners of my eyes, and lipstick stained my palm when I wiped it away. He looked at me and laughed. "You look like a Joker!". I punched him in the chest, and then hugged him back. He held me with the same warmth. I felt safe and unreal around him. He made me felt like a youngster who had conquered her fear of the unknown. He was broad, strong and muscular. I was little and petite. I gazed at him again, as he put my hair behind my ears, set it with his hands, and wiped the tears from my face. Are you okay now? ( he asked) I nodded in response. ...

I had everything that day (I mean I still have today) yet I felt so deprived in front of them! I was in my car that day while returning to home from my office. I opened the window to let the wind play with my hair and make me calm enough to plan the things further. Meanwhile I asked my driver to slow down the volume of the songs which were playing in the background as I was hardly interested in listening to anything except silence. I comfortably glide in the back seat of my car but what I saw next was strong enough to gave me food for thought. When I was peeping out through the window, I saw an auto rickshaw(not in a very good condition) packed with the people who had little money.( I don’t want to use the word “POOR” here as it has a heavy meaning). At the back of the auto rickshaw, sits a family of 3 people.  A middle aged couple and their young daughter. I looked at them with all the possibilities at the red light. They were lean and skinny as if they never had the l...