The 'Immoral Girl'
On a clumsy Sunday, when you ask me exactly it was an evening 4:00 pm I saw her walking through the narrow corridors of our colony. The clinging of her feet woke me up from a brief nap. She was walking with a strength as if a king walking to usurp the enemy force, she was in her mid 30's Two years before, a rumour spread in our colony that she was into immoral affairs which made her family flew from colony, leaving her aside. But she stayed back. She fought back, but no one cared. I was just 18, and my peer group has always something to gossip about her in our evening gatherings. “Do you know why she used to put thick lipstick always” someone asked. “maybe she has made it a business” someone argued. Some did structural analysis while some others probabilistic analysis for each and every boy in our group, none really has the guts to talk to her. While she walked fiercely, I followed her out of curiosity and in search of finding her. Somehow, I wished I could put forward i...