That Frozen Moment ...

That frozen moment

She felt careless about herself, she woke up late read only page3 precisely horoscope and went to sleep back with no plans for the day. So what was her background to survive in a city like Mumbai without working? Well she was the only child to member of legislative assembly of Goa.She was not a spoilt child just that she did not know what to do with her boring life. She spent hours at home watching TV or at the most be out with a few friends who did not really know her family background. She did not drive her Mercedes parked but preferred roaming in an autorickshaw.She stood in front of the mirror always sulking on how bad she looked and left the house with short pants and loose t-shirt with sneakers and a shoulder bag filled with cigarettes and bottle of rum with loads of cash.

I know this is portraying an image of a spoilt child but your still getting her wrong she did smoke and drink but also made it a point she shares it with random buzzards she met on the streets even the ladies who smoked beedi.That gave her a sense of happiness and joy .She loved her life only for one reason and that is because she had infinite money she could spent on others and not really on herself. Now that we know so much about her let us know her name.

“I don’t really hang out with people like you but u seem to be wanting to smoke” she said to a stranger well dressed in formals who had a file in his hands looked like he had just answered an interview and was out with disappointment.”Yes can I borrow a smoke” he said.”Did you have a bad day at work?” “What more can u expect from Mumbai,so many vacancies and placement for none” he said.”Yeh Mumbai hai meri jaan sapnon ki nagri”(this is Mumbai my love city of dreams) she said and he continued “Jahaan sirf sapne hai sacchai nahi”(only dreams no reality).They had a long conversation for 1 hour and laughed and exchanged views looked like they were living similar life.

Before departure he asked her name “You tell me yours first” she said “Vinod D’silva” she laughed “Your name is a Hindu name and surname is Catholic?””I know I am not going to meet you again that is why I would tell you my mother is a Hindu who works as a maid and I am her unwanted child to a very big man in Goa” he said. “You’re from Goa?” she asked surprisingly adding to that she became more curious to know what position his father had in Goa.”How does that matter? He left us on our own and I don’t like to add his name to mine but because of mother I do “he said “Not that it will make any difference to me but my horoscope said today that there would be some breathtaking episode and I would be speechless, it’s ok if you don’t want to tell I don’t want to hurt you” she empathized.”Forget about me tell me your story you look like a rich girl who wants to talk a lot but does not really know how” he said

Hahahhahaha she laughed “You’re the first one who gave correct conclusion about me ,yes my name is Sara with the same surname like yours and I’m from Goa who does not really care for anyone just trying to spend all my dad’s black money” she continued to laugh.”Wow we share something common, what your dad does? Contract killer by any chance?” he added humor.”Well he is a member of legislative assembly his name is Francis D’Silva” she said

Suddenly Vinod looked angry and wanted to leave, he gave Sara bad stares and told her to back off while she went to stop him.”Hey what is the problem Vinod why are you going is there something wrong I said?” she felt worried and asked him pulling his arms.

“Our dad is a fucking bastard Sara ” he left

She walked silently with tears rolling down her face feeling so numb and frozen. She felt restless and angry but had no reaction on face. She just walked towards an auto rickshaw and left home.

World is a small place…