10 year old Pinky had a dream.
To live
in a bungalow, well-furnished and with many rooms designated for
special purposes. Not in a rotting hole of a room with other filthy
children.
To sleep in a luxurious bed with satin sheets and fluffy pillows. Not on the torn blankets spread over the cold,hard floor.
To
dine at a table laden with numerous delicacies prepared by an adept
chef. Not to gulp down the scant and bland dal-roti they got 2 times a
day.
To travel in an air-conditioned car with a driver in a uniform. Not to walk everywhere in the dust, dirt and heat of the city.
To
wear fashionable clothes and expensive jewelery bought for
her. Not to don the same second-hand faded frocks that had been
mended a 100 times.
And last but not the least,
she dreamt of a man who would dote on her and take care of all her
wishes. Not to be insulted and shunned in the daylight, like her mother
was, by her male customers. Pinky grew up to be a
pretty woman, svelte and fair, unlike her companions. Bitchy aunties
said that she must have taken after her father (her mother was not what
you would call good to look at); but she gave a damn. She had never
known or rather wanted to know who he was. Not that she could if she
wished. Anyway. she caught the attention of rich men with a liking for
pretty young virgins.
At the age of 20,
Pinky ended up at the house of Brij Tiwari, a 55 year old business
tycoon who had recently lost his wife to cancer. His only son had
abandoned him to settle in the USA. Pinky got her big room in the big
bungalow. She never went out except in the Mercedes, Tiwari bought for
her. He showered her with solitaire diamond rings, designer attire,
pearl necklaces and patent leather accessories, even before she could
open her lips to ask for them. She dined on Beluga caviar and wined on
Chardonnay. Tiwari never let an hour pass without talking to her, or
let a night pass without making love to her. He was obsessed with her
youth and beauty and was as loving as a man could be. Pinky spent her
entire day getting spoilt in spas, dressing up for parties, and getting
tended to by butlers. Her nights were spent beside Tiwari on the huge
mahogany bed with satin sheets and fluffy pillows...
But, Pinky couldn't decide if it was a dream come true or...a nightmare come true.
#This is what happens when there's a nationwide blackout, your
roommate is eternally on the phone and you have nothing to do but to pen
down your musings in your diary by the candlelight#
-Aamen.
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