The forlorn

The sun was escalating its predominance. People were scratching their head, wiping their forehead, blowing air out their mouth and so on. The shrill noise from the combo of five ethnic musical instruments was even intensifying the already desolating setting. Everyone appeared to have holding a peculiar kind of loneliness amidst the good mass of people all around. People were scattering all over in a random fashion carrying random expressions in the frontal courtyard that was extending to a wider length. Their confused and eccentric gazes at one another when observed from a distance were sure to amuse even the stoic one. Slowly, the localized mass was getting distributed around the various zones of wedding abode. Few colonized for the card game. Few were spotted chatting in the shade of extended roof above. Few were enjoying the wedding feast that was probably turning a little more salty by the sweat droplets falling down their nose tip. And surprisingly, there were few who seem to be absorbed in the ceremonial wedding worship going on towards the centre of the courtyard, enduring the vehement heat of sun or perhaps, heedless of the fact.

And she was there in her dark couch that had turned even darker by the gloom filled inside it. Her feet were suspended down as she folded them to lay herself gently in a seated position on her bed. Her tender toe tips just touched the newly plastered mud floor beneath them. She had been as such for more than five hours. Her poise voiced the fact. She appeared calm and composed. The demoniacal despondency had finely clad over her a veil of lie. She at then didn't have the strength to pull it off and cry out her pain. Her eyes were empty but still were speaking the weird horror she was instilled with and only the one having sublime humane inside could listen to them. She was wearing a pink floral skirt and it was complementing her brown skin to a fine degree. She at times would stare at her skirt umbrella and shut her eyes for a while to reminisce the day when her sister had sewn it for her. And at times she would grab the knotted tails of her hair on the sides and would release them abruptly to again shut her eyes and reminisce the morning when her sister had tied them prior to the ceremony.

The hours kept adding and she was still continuing with the similar stance. The light turned even more meager through the narrow ventilation on the top just beneath the ceiling towards the left wall. And there was not a single rustle from the door. It was very unlikely for anybody to show up, she presumed. She then all of a sudden, lifted herself from there and went out of the room to only get bogged down in the deluge of people. No body noticed her presence nor reminisced her absence. Her thin stature along with her fragile psyche appeared to be squeezed by the bulk of masses concentrated in front of her house towards the temporal entry gate erected the night before. In front of the gate, there stood a long bus already loaded with the people. The continuous array of heads visible through the window of the bus implied that. Nevertheless, she struggled to find her way up to the bus where her sister was sobbing severely, sitting in the frontal seat next to her newly married husband. She was just about to climb up the bus and go up to her sister when somebody from the behind grabbed her tender shoulders with a force enough to supersede her strength and stop her short. She was then lost somewhere inside the crowd with her otherwise wide face strikingly narrowed down by a larger scale. Also, she had drooped down uncannily for her to possess the energy to drain out the pain. Her naiveness was doing her no good. The only thing she knew about the things happening around was she hated them and the hatred was causing enormous sore in her heart.

Ten days after, she was seen walking down the same road along which the bus had made its way. Her timid feet appeared to be rushing towards nowhere with the hope of reaching out to her sister. She would at times speed up jerking her protruding breasts as she was just hitting her puberty. She was dressed in a sky blue shirt and navy blue skirt with black colored rubber slippers on her feet. Her feet had cracked heels and dried ankles with stubbornly attached dirt on them to mark her uncouthness. The regular red ribbon on her messy hair gave a clear sense of her being forsaken.

Later, the sun had completely left when her father first acknowledged her absence; mother felt the rapid heart beats and two big brothers appeared worried. Then the months passed and years passed. Heart beats slowed down; worry subsided. All gone with her going on.