She sits by herself day and night, undaunted by the intimidating night or solitude. This girl I once knew. I don’t, now. I doubt if she knows herself. The girl, with those radiant eyes and an infectious smile. The one who once was cheerful and behaved like she owned it all. Now people, call her lunatic who once acclaimed her. She is of no value for anyone, they claim; her life wasted. I sit facing her and speculate whatever happened to those dreamy eyes. She too would have dreamt, wouldn't she?
Yes, in abundance. Petite dreams, which would one day entwine and become a grand one. She loved defying illogical opinions or beliefs. This girl never believed in fitting-in but in fitting-out of a stereotype. Eccentric, she was always. She lives in her past wondering about her future and her present is constantly under construction. Today, there is kohl smudged around the eyes. Her hair is undone. She looks nothing like what she once was or ever wanted to be. But, it doesn't fret her. Now, she loves the rush music gives her. I wonder if she likes any particular genre. No, I guess it should be all of it since she is not only one person on the inside. She is different just like the diverse music.
As she reclines, she takes in one more sip of the drink. From the ash tray beside, she clutches onto the half burnt cigarette again with her quivering fingers. At a snail's pace, the smoke fills in, yet again in the already hazy vicinity. Her eyes half closed and lost in melancholy. I guess she relates to the cigarette which once was bright and then burns itself up only to get crushed ruthlessly. Also, with the circles of smoke, that initially appears bright and then disappears into absolute nothingness. She clearly knows it’s a sham and momentary joy. The taste of which will last only until it glows. But, the smoke doesn't choke her lungs any longer. She is just like another exhaled filthy puff of breath, long gone into a state of nothingness, trampled nastily in the end.
End? All say smoking kills. Ha! She laughs letting out another puff, coughing and reaching out for the drink. How much further can it blacken the innards which are already dark as hell? And yet if it does, it will only lead to light. It will take her to a place away from this world which is full of treachery, deceit and betrayal.
Her glass now, seems empty and she yearns for one more drink to find solace. The only cigarette that lit up until now too is faint threatening to eradicate the only source of light that keeps her going. As I keep looking at her, the image seems to be getting even hazier and unclear.
Oh! I smile realizing that I was just looking at shattered pieces of a broken mirror.
P.S: Smoking is injurious to health. ;)