Walk out

Behind the transparent shining brittle glass, on the plywood selves, at the level of two-feet-childs-eye, were kept the expensive toys in red and blue and green and yellow. They were not for sale, the instructions read. They were for display, used as a decoration, to entice the beaming eyes of the plump kids of rich ( while their parents bought them ice-crems ), which even an adult could not have overlooked and prevented streak of smile surfacing on his lips, conspicuous to everyone around in the shop. How could I have.

Through the calculated slant angle of trignometry, my eyes stared through the glass at those fur toys and the metal guns, as my friends bought softies for us. There were two ladies close to me, whom I noticed later, on either side of the optical line that travelled from toys to my eyes. Both were dressed in red. One in red top and blue jeans and sports shoes stood beside me, probably married, as indicated by the faded line of hena between her parted brown hairs, but obscure enough to leave doubt. The other lady was dressed in a traditional red salwar-suit, had plaited long black hair which fell behind her shoulders, eyeslids carefuly smeared with black 'kajal' amongst which pearl-like eyes shone, and her white feets rested in the hole carved inside a 'juti', lines of red that ran along the edges of her feet were thick, so that a part of red could still be seen on the marble skin outside the 'juti'.

It would be difficult to say since how long her pearl eyes were watching the lady in red top, who stood ahead of and with her back towards the girl in traditional dress, and I could see the gloom in her eyes growing by every passing second. She watched the girl in red top from head-to-toe stopping in-between at the hips. Slowly, it seemed that all the energy around her, travelled and sank inside her, like a blackhole. Her voise died, her movements died, and for a second I felt that her bright face had also started to become duskier.

As I stood watching her face moving towards the oblivion, maybe she realised that I have been seeing her for sometime, and she said to her elder brother, 'I will wait outside.'

I looked away from her, towards the toys. I tried to behave as if I havent heard her say anything or seen anything and have beeing enjoying the background music. When she had walked out, I looked towards the girl in revealing red top. She was licking the ice-cream cone in her hand.


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Behind silver glass, on plywood selves
at two-feet-childs-eye, rests toys mellow
in red and blue and green and yellow

Not for sale!
only to entice beaming eyes of riches kids, as they drone
while their parents bought them ice-cream cone

Toys
not even an adult could have overlooked
how smile could have escaped

Optical rays travel from toys to my eyes
parting two lady-in-reds' space
hailing from disparate financial face

sorry, too lazy to complete the poem