Yesterday, I saw her again,
No sign of recognition,
Now I know there needn’t be any.
Little grey eyes had changed.
The first time she followed me,
Tugged at my stole and called to me.
A smile so innocent, asking for money.
Ragged hair and shaggy clothes,
Not worth a care, I know,
Too busy for a second thought.
And now, she’s traded all she had,
Flowers in her hair, all made up,
Shiny clothes, and a smile a little awkward.
All that remained were her little grey eyes.
She comes out at night,
And calls out..
But this time, it’s to them.
She makes an offer,
With little gestures,
Motioning to the alley behind her.
Little grey eyes,
Lost in the shadows,
With blame no more.
Lakshmi Haridas is an undergraduate from the Tata Institute of Social Sciences, who likes to define herself as “confused, delusional and inconsistent”. Apart from the obsession for learning new languages, she likes to keep herself busy and entertained with glass painting, reading, travelling, writing (a recent discovery), walking, arguing over (mostly) trivial matters and doing absolutely nothing! Here’s the link to her twitter page: https://twitter.com/yours_anonymous
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