The world is cruel

It was a rainy night ,

There was a prescient warning in the weather.

Trees waving , poles standing still in the dismay . ,

There were untidy porcupines wobbling under the big Banana tree.

Some horrible looking snakes impinge on the scenery .

In front of the old banana tree, a lady in black stockings , untidy heels , wearing a black dress carrying a effulgent smile . She saw the scummy snakes and porcupines wobbling in the red mud . The red mud covering their body , they looked gnarly it looked like alien landed on earth under the old banana tree . She looked at them and scoffed . She delved into her thoughts, she imagined a world . She thought of trees walking , Dinosaurs , aliens covered in red mud all coalescing into shallow streams .You can see a glimmer of hope in her eyes . She was thinking of something equanimous , bold , ecstatic and overwhelming i.e. a world of her own.

She saw herself flying over this world on a broom watching Dinasours spitting fire , birds chirping on the young tree , red mud aliens and moths stridulating humming and buzzed under her broom impetuous of this cruel world . For all her life she fascinated about flying on the broom . The thought of it gave a nostalgic ecstasy to her .Obviously, she was imitating the movie Harry Potter. She watched Harry Potter when her Dad on a VCR when she was a child . Her Dad died when she was 15 . Now she's 24 , Divorced , solivagant and a mother of two . There's a naivety in her decisions. In her imagination, she dreamed of a world where no one would judge her.

Suddenly , she heard a horn . In those two seconds she moved from a angelic world to a cruel . She saw a young man of around 23-24 years wearing a blue ripped jeans , black t-shirt written a caste name over it . Typical Indian men . He looked sly , uncouth and has a clenched smile.

She moved stealthily towards him and asked him . Her voice was low but vehement. She sat in the old wrecked but untidy car . On her way to the hotel , she asked the guy his name . Usually , she is a laconic person but that day she was having a buoyant mood . They start talking . He talked so fondly about his national heritage. He was the son of a local M.P. from a so-called nationalistic party . He got comfortable. He told her about how they beat a couple the other day . He was proud about it . She was exasperated that someone is telling such things in a proud way . She said " isn't it wrong ? His male ego was hurt . He called her names and asked her to shut up . She though about calling him but the images of her son frolicking on the floor and waiting for her came to her eyes . She remained silent .In her profession, she has to deal with such persons . She thought about the sanctimoniousness of this patriarchal mentality that calls them incongruous abd evil while make them hero .

When she returned home in the silent night ; as soon as she entered the small but untidy home , she looked at the glass

Hey , you need to finish your glass of milk .

Yes mom . But i should point out it's a glass of coffee . She hugged him and make him promise her that he'll never be a male chauvinist pig .