She defines life as a way for enjoyment, money, beauty, tour, lifestyle, that’s where she finds herself comfortable in. Dumping money in every store she visits, she could see the elegance in material world perfectly. Out in the morning and landing up back to home late night, she cares for none. The house is a palace where people race with her word speed to get her things on time. A ravishing beauty, she covers herself in the mud for more grace and fine touch. Having stepped on half of the earth, she craves for more. In all day travelling, she never miss to see the holy statues in the temple, a strange thing she does. Like her skin, a heavy, black and an expensive bag is always attached to her. She forgets the bag wherever she goes and someone there hands it to her. A thankless takeover for the bag.
Having known her for a long time and being invited to have dinner in the palace, I went there to know her more. Her eyes deep and red, neck held high, she welcomed me with honor. Loquacious, as she has thousands of words to say and share, alone and proud in the house. Her tales were never ending and I interrupted with the question about the beautiful bag which she forgets everywhere. The graceful smile vanished, she picks up the bag and unzipped it, empty like her house. In response to the perplexed face she replied, I dump my loneliness in this bag and try to forget it but this loneliness is so attached that it has multitudinous ways to find me. She never paid for the material, it was always for the few minutes conversation she had with the people. She wishes if money could buy everything on this earth, she would have bought and distributed to the lonely humans. The visit to the palace detached me from the worldly affairs. Relations and attachment holds a lot more than money in bags.
