somebody's someone

"Silence is a beautiful word which is never spoken"

. Somebody's someone

Somebody's child is lonely, crying in the dark night. Cold and heart broken, lying on the foot path of a deserted lane. With no passer by, the sounds of foot steps are no more. No vehicles, no one except for the stray dogs barking in the streets. His clothes are torn in shattered pieces, woven together with different faded colors. His zips are open, his hands are dirty, a bony cheeks with a mixture of sunburns and dust. His hair is full of lice with long unwashed hair. There is harshness in his voice when he cries. He suffers from poverty, he's forgotten and abandoned. There's no one that seems to hear his cries. He's alone with no home, no one to look after him. Sometimes he longs for someone near him. But it seems the world has nothing to give him. Just the ragged cloth he wear and his only voice to beg money.

Somebody's sister is in pain. She neither has a future nor has a longing to know what tomorrow will bring. She has to follow the same old routine of her work. With heavy make up on her face and unmatched lipstick. And a sari full of stain. She has to smile unwillingly. She has no option for the line of work she chose seems to be the end of her life. She has no choice but just to remain silent and be good to her customer. She dream't of a loving family, a peaceful life and to be a respectable wife just like any other women. She's caught between reality and her own image, of how she will be if she ever leaves….
Thinking and struggling all night. She hardly gets any sleep. She puts a lovely indecent smile upon her lips. But inside she feels used, tortured and threatened. She could not find liberty even in her dreams. Her own life haunts her. There's sorrow in her eyes. She craves for comfort and loving care. But most of all she wants to be a normal person. Just like any other women. She feels hurt and her life itself is disgusting. There's a different treatment she gets, she's always the target for abuses and all unwanted comments. She doesn't have a voice to raise, just a pierce full eyes to show her disgust feelings. There's a pangs of loneliness and thousand wishes. There's Sufferings in volume-untold, unspoken and unknown to anyone. There's not much to define misery than her life. Just the body with no soul no hearts … just the body.

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