a girl living beside my house
who runs a parlor, slim, pale, lots of pimples on her face
I never spoke with her neither she tried..
We hardly exchange single smile..
When she walks she drops her shoulders..
When she talks her voice droops..

One day she rang a bell, to give some pamphlet..
Charges were written in bold red letters..
waxing, bleaching, facial, pedicure manicure..
I said thanks and she suddenly entered in..
Do you believe in god?
I used to pray everyday for a change in my life...
he never turned up..
I think he is no more.. She said... and went back...