Three days of freedom . ( part - 2 )

" You can call me right, and is your hair naturally red? "

" Yes. " She said with a fake small smile.

" Your name is Ushma right! Ushma means heat right, and warm " The man said with a smile. He asked, looking at her. She smiled and then he left with saying goodbye. She stayed there for some time looking at the ground in no particular way. She didn't know what's happening to him . And she stands there for what looks like hours. And after some time, she moves, and enters the club again, and orders a drink and drinks it one go. When she saw a couple getting handy on the dance floor, and the woman trying to put the man's hand on decent places, and stop the wandering hand of the man. The man was average, and wore some food looking clothe, and woman wore a white one piece bandage dress, which was tight, and the girl was around 5.2 but has a great chest, and good butt, and the man's arm was trying to roam there, but the girl didn't let him. And soon an argument began, and the girl yelled at him to stop, and the man who looked rich and arrogant. And like any arrogant person, he didn't like it. And soon a quarrel begins. And she watched it from the corner, and saw it grow slowly. The man slapped the woman and some people got involved. This is India " my problem is my problem , and your problem is also my problem. " Good samaritan type people, they don't like when people quarrel in the brought daylight, or moon light. They are human, a social creature, and a fight between people is a public matter, they don't care about someone's private life that much. They won't care about domestic violence, and will ignore it until it comes to a point where they can hear it. If a neighbour beats his wife daily, and the only person who knows and hears about it is you, you're gonna ignore it. You may feel bad but you won't gonna do anything, you might say this to your other neighbour but won't try to stop it like it's necessary, this matter's gonna be in the corner of your head. But now the situation has changed a bit, the person who knows and hears about is a large number Or group, like four or five houses. Now it's a public matter, this can escalate if a person talks in their day night talks or walks in a gossip manner, and when they realise that they aren't alone In this information. And just like that, a private matter becomes public once.

It's as simple as this, if you want not to be targeted by society, don't quarrel in public. And remember, people love to victimize people, and in this case it's this helpless small woman, who was being molested by this guy.

And then if you fight in public, there are gonna be these " Butterflies " , those people who record the quarrel in public with their cellphones. They are the fruits of modern society, detached to this public matter, and those are the guy who only gossip, and don't do anything, a cancer for society. Or we can say, the antibodies. It's scientifically proven that a regular dose of a medicine creates antibodies in their body, imuning the body from the medicines. And this butterflies are the antibodies, and these antibodies are selfish. They are selfish, and uncaring .

And remember you can never wake someone who is pretending to be asleep. And she was that person. She could have saved herself from his family, but she never did, cause she didn't want to wake up, she was afraid of change. And still she didn't change much. Her indifference and face without emotion is still there.

She lit a cigarette from his pen and lit it up. And looked at the ascalting scene in front of her. The man was now being physical with the one who was trying to stop him, and the girl was being the embodiment of a timid girl in a dress of a stripper.

She decided to leave, and leave without saying anything else, she climbed the building, and reached the top, and in her way she saw several people busy in carnal desires, and some doing it openly, depravity to the fullest. She left the club late at night, when she noticed a person watching something on his phone with the eyes she had. And when she gave the mobile a glance, she saw someone in a med bed, being torchered. And if it wasn't for headphones he was wearing, probably the whole hall will be hearing the cries and screams of the person inside . She ignored it after looking at it for a few seconds, and left for the house. She enters the house from the kitchen and starts removing her clothes and throwing them on the ground. And went to her sister's bathroom again, and bathed naked, and after sometime got out and lay down on the ground. And lit a cigarette once again, and sip the cigarette down, and blow the smoke in the air. And she started to touch herself. And she started to feel good and started to moan lightly.

And the next day when she woke up, she was in her room looking at the ceiling. She wasn't that excited this time, she groggily woke up. She nakedly walked toward the kitchen, and rubbed her eyes, and starched a bit her assets on full display. She started cooking food for herself, and then ate it calmly and looked at her naked chest and back. She looked at her phone, and then the number the man gave her. She contemplated calling him, and she thought about it for a while, and after some time, she didn't. She placed the phone away, and looked in front of her, and she saw that projector that her family had, she had never used it before, and she probably didn't know how to use it. She turned on the projector, and turned off the lights which were already closed. The projects turned on, and looked at it, it showed an interface and it showed no signal. She looked at the projector, and saw no wires were connected. And then she looked down and saw some wire fallen on the ground, and she plugged it with little difficulty, and then the TV started, and she started to watch it. She changed the tv channels multiple times and in a rapid manner just seeing what's running or anything. And she didn't pay much attention to it. The projector was a really big one projecting on the white wall, and she closed it after shifting through several channels. And then the interface showed the YouTube option. And she saw it was her mother's account, and it has several model and news related contents, mostly of man and other stuff, and then she checked her mother's history, and aaw the last video she saw, and she played it. And it showed a catwalk scene where several people were doing catwalks wearing a bunch of rubbish. And then she looked at the women there. They weren't that beautiful. She thought to herself.

She stood up and then tried to walk like them, and she did, she was walking like the models. And after some time she became tired, and then she stopped and started watching other stuff. And she lit another cigarette, and found it empty. This is the last cigarette.

" She should return this! " She thinks to herself.

She lit it and felt comfort, and leaned back at the lounge, and she felt tired .

" One more day. " And she started to laugh slowly, and her laugh kept rising and falling like nothing.

And then he felt useless again. And she stayed there. She stood up and picked the cloths on the floor, and put them on the washing machine and grabbed the floor cleaner and broom, and started cleaning the floor and room one by one. She cleaned the house, and then washed the bathroom she used, then cleaned the kitchen, washed the dishes, water the plants, and then dried the clothes from Washing machine. And then made food for no reason, and then looked at her hands which were a little messy, and she felt that normalcy. And that normalcy didn't gelt right, neither did the new things she did.

She feels empty. She wanted to do something more, she wanted to try something else. She picked up her phone, and looked at the number that the sweet guy gave him. And after thinking about it, she put the phone aside. And remember something. She opens the door of her parent's room, and she was a little hesitant about all this. But she did, and then entered their bathroom, and it has a bathtub, A jacuzzi.

She removed her shirt and entered the warm and bubbly water. And after entering, she felt placid and her skin felt good. She closed her eyes, and sat there. She raised her hand, and some bottles of bath water fell. She grabbed one, and after looking at it, she poured it on her, and started to use it all over her body. And stayed there for a while, and after coming out from the bath, she decided to sleep. She went to her room, and fell asleep immediately. And she didn't dream, she just stayed still.

Everything was going fine, life was boring and simple. And she liked it very much.

And the next day was the last day. She woke up in time to the alarm, and started cleaning the house like nothing had changed, and her only relief was that she didn't need to clean dishes and clothes. And after cleaning the house, she sat on the sofa again. And the empty house filled her with emptiness.

" Ha, hahaha,, hahaha,, ha,, ha, ha. " And she started to laugh. Her eyes closed, her breathing becoming uneven and quiet. She was feeling pain, she was feeling empty, wnd tears started to fall from her eyes, and she started to wipe them. And soon she became quiet, she was feeling hollow, she had nothing going on.

" If I die! Who would cry? " and she started to cry again. Her griff and all the pent up emotion broke, she didn't want to do anything anymore. She can't stay like that, and she knew it. And after crying, she started to laugh, she remembers she is gonna go away from hear, she is gonna live with her grandma, and she doesn't need to live here anymore, and that makes her happy .

She smiled. And stayed that way. She was happy, and like a snake waiting for her prey to feel safe, it happened.

They came back. Her family. And they didn't look happy, and when they entered the room, first thing that they saw was their daughter, smiling with eyes closed, her head high. And now there is a mood in this scene, and it is not good. And Ushma wakes up from her daydream by a slap from her mother. And when she opened her eyes she saw them, and she immediately lowered her head. And she didn't hear anything, and entered her room. And sat on the ground silently, and she heard her sister screaming.

" Why? " Was her question, and her mind stopped working, she stopped thinking, and stopped doing anything? The smile that cultivated after so many years, it vanished.

And she started to laugh with tears.

" This world doesn't make sense, you have to make it that way. "