Too Old To Be Maid

She knocks the door three times and never rings the doorbell as she thinks the bell doesn’t work because seventeen years back it wasn’t. She keeps on looking from the space between the door and the wall to see whether someone is coming or not. As soon as the door is open she starts searching for the newspaper in the room. Her white messed up hair, dark complexion, old green suit and decade old slippers makes her look like the first woman on the earth still surviving. Her body is more of wrinkles and less of skin, ear lobes lengthened like buddha with the weight of heavy earrings. One of her eye has a dissolved pupil but still she can find things before anyone. After spending one hour with newspaper she gets up half bent and dragging herself towards the kitchen.

A big mug full of tea with extra sugar is placed in her hands and she sips it while washing the dishes. She describes her life as a war for independence, how she eloped from home to marry someone and there her in laws threatened her to death. Her eyes are blood red while describing the scene and then tears come out with pain. The electronic gadgets fascinates her and she asks to play some old songs on it and her eyes remain unmoved while watching the romantic videos and she smiles at the end of the song with her eyes closed, may be thinking about her old romantic lovemaking days. After the work she searches for her slippers in the whole house and laughs at herself saying I am old now.