She stood at the window watching the city pulsate with activity and smiled at the irony that spread before her. It was like a glorious painting – dazzling lights across an ink black sky. Overwhelming, but lifeless. Busy minds calculating figures all the while, governed hearts which had placed emotions under lock and key and tucked them away in some such corner, that if they started to look they would never find.
She took a sip of her coffee and wrinkled her nose in disgust. Just how long had she been standing there? Her coffee had turned cold and the layer of cream which had settled on top scowled at her for disturbing its peace. She turned away from the window and made her way to the kitchen. She poured out the coffee in the sink and let the tap run on a very thin stream, so that she may rinse her mug. Her ears were trained to pick up the first strains of her ring tone. But her mobile stayed stubbornly silent.
She was exhausted from work and was glad to be home early. She thought she would put her feet up and just catch up with friends and simply do nothing. It would be her evening. With a beat in her voice she had called almost everybody she had known –
“Hey there! Have heard from you after such a long time! How have you been?”
“Good! Just been hard at work, you know…”
“Of course, I understand.”
“Listen, I was just wondering if we could catch up over dinner or coffee maybe?”
“I would love to! But you know how it is… the baby just wont stay without me. And Ashish will be absolutely livid if he finds both of us missing when he gets home… could we push it to the weekend or something?”
If it was not the baby, then the husband, but everybody had somebody they belonged to, somebody they felt responsible for… Someone to come home to. Nobody walked into a well-decorated flat to find themselves alone in a city which housed millions. Except her. The vibrant dynamic corporate at work, who led a disillusioned personal life. If she was not a part of a group she was nobody.
Alone, desolate with only the view from the window to keep her company.
She switched on the idiot box and flipped through the channels, knowing already that nothing would hold her interest. She finally settled on ‘Travel and Living’. Doing what she least wanted to do, she fetched her nail-polish remover. As she eyed her colourful collection of glitzy paints, she definitely decided it was to be black for her nails for this evening…