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 in our gossip group something that will become a matter of laugh, eventually a non-talking guy to ever hit-like gossip stardom. I saw her entering into a hut nearby in which an elderly woman in her 70’s lived hardly capable of doing her day to day activities.  I hid near the window of the hut. ‘’Slap!” the son of the grandma inside stood motionless at her hard hit on his face. “The only fault your mom did to us was she didn't want you to slouch drunk day and night without a job“. I had heard that he had married a rich woman pocketing a huge amount as dowry but later divorced her, when he had drunk for all the money with him.  “I am taking her with me, she is the only second mom I wished to be mine, if I would have my hunger fed, she would be the first to get her hunger fed before I do”. She left me into pieces in my regret that I had never imagined to ever annex my heart.