While I was walking down the road I met a stranger wearing a black coat.
He had a polite smile on his face
“Provocative woman.THE NEXT RAPE CASE.”
My mind convinced me of tomorrow’s headlines
He had crooked teeth , dark circles and fine lines.
Who wouldn’t have thought he was going to commit a crime?
The societal practises have made it an obvious thought over a period of time.
I thought of taking a different route
Dead silence. Suddenly, A well dressed man in a suit.
I felt safe because I saw a man wearing acceptable clothes
He had a polite smile too. A fake diplomatic one, cleverly posed.
The suited man had perfect teeth, heavy eyes, an expensive watch and perfectly set hair
The black coat man didn’t seem to be impressed by his attire or maybe he didn’t care.
The suited man tried coming close to me making it seem like a protective gear
I could smell his drunken thoughts, suit smeared with beer.
His mask was of diplomacy, his soul was quite messy
He put his hand over my shoulder and asked me , “Are you safe?”
Uncomfortably I said, “fine.” He now didn’t seem like a respectful man in a cape
He wasn’t the rescuer.
He was the attacker.
He tried to grope.
I broke.
The man in the black coat pushed the bastard away .
“Madam . Madam. Are you okay?”
Sometimes, the genuine faces are shadowed by their appearance
One learns a lot about humanity in the dark alleys with time and experience.
How does one see through?
Masks. They should be coloured. Red and blue.
Red for the people with demons.
Blue for the ones who respect women.
Everybody wears them. Tries to bury them.
Brave are the ones who aren’t afraid to throw them.
The nostalgic insomniac 