Saturday, 2 June 2012


The first car that stopped near me had a moon-face behind the wheel. He asked me too many questions, to confirm my vulnerability. I stopped answering him half-way through and waved him off. Yes, that was so easy - so much for inquisitiveness!

I guess I should wait for the right person. But how do I know who is right? Follow your instinct, as they say. If they think I am the regular run-away-in-summer-teen kind, they won't qualify. They should see that I'm well past my teens, at least when they stop and have a look at me. What I need is some distance covered, as much distance as possible, from this place. This place where I don't want to return to in my wildest dreams. I need someone who is the least bit curious and the most generous, as far the distance he, or she, could cover for me.

Running away from parents? No - I don't do that anymore. I had to do that only once, and I did that. That was a point of no return too. I did it for Adam. "Adam is meant for Rachael", everyone around used to say. And I thought they were right. He was meant for me. We had a nice time in the city. And then he found the next person whom he was meant for. Rachael is out. And so are the dreams for a family, even after two forced abortions. I packed my things and kept walking, walking...

Now, for those who think I am vulnerable, they should learn to study faces. They should know how hard I try to keep smoking and keeping a stern face. I am the self-willed woman, who could even have been a mother, at least two times. If I survived all that nonsense from a worthless idiot, I know things for better now. So be warned, anyone who stops by.

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