During dark hours of the night, When the world is silent, she goes to her secret place.
She takes out her favorite pink music radio player, and plays those Collectibles by Kishore Da. At the other side she brew for herself some dark coffee and on the table of her desires she spreads crayons, sketches and paper.
The silent night smells the meloncholy of the music played by her radio, she lives here in a different world.
She comes here every night after everyone sleeps and then keep starting at the moon and the stars for hours. This world is serene where she wakes up every night
She love those stars beautifying her room through that net curtain in light blue.
As the night passes by, she moves from the window to her table and take those cryons.
She smiles, she sings and then glitters her paper sketch. Her diamonds earnings shine brightly.
After sketching she leave a signature on that page.
Then sips her coffee and continue with making the crafts humming on the radio songs.
Sometimes if a classical song is played she wear her Dance Anklets and perform Katahk in that simple and elegant white outfit .
She believes no one is seeing her, she takes out the diary and write down her day, looking at the dried roses she smiles. She blushes and keeps back those roses and notebooks in that hidden place under the carpet.
Then she removes that curtain, open the window.A cool breeze hugs her and then she takes out her favorite book and splits a met on the floor.
Moonlight falls on the met and there she sleeps with a book pillow comforting her reading till late under the moon light.
When she feels cold she mingles herself in the warmth of the met and read late night.
And as soon as the morning dew starts appearing, she hides all her radio, mat and books and then cover them with the old sheets.
She comes back, wears a fake smile and then Sleeps near him. A morning welcomes her where she is someone’s wife, someone’s daughter- in -law, someone’s mother, someone’s ddaughtr, someone’s employee, someone’s employer .
She comes back from the life well lived, to a life lived for earnings and fake world.