Laila, Laila, her mother called from the other chamber. She heard the sweet voice when the mascara was on her face. There are three more applications yet to happen, not completely to her liking, but rather a routine before work. She uses a brush to apply the eye shadow, blending it into the end line and further allowing the tint to melt in a small volume and svelte patches and eventually, she will be a seraph, a blessed messenger for certain. The corporation she joined has let go, senior individuals of late because the execution of their work is contracting. Naturally, who on earth does not realize that as warm-blooded animals get older, they turn lifeless, at work and elsewhere. The partnership then again does not want to get a handle on about those cogitative broodings which as per the board is only flaccid talk. They want to make as many buckaroos as possible and are the least worried about who will buy the farm in that process. Such a terrible culture for the ages. – to the detriment of the powerless and steadfast labourers. Presently Laila holds that her story is quite clogged. She isn’t hitched, she has a mother to care, who was a workroom accomplice before she resigned. Her dad has long back, quit away from her mom. People have seen him culling gallnuts close to the Eastern Province, which two countries guarantee as for their own, yet after that no news about him. Her sibling is in some development organization in the Western Province. He has sent her the current photo of him with his metal headgear also, a wooden scythe on his shoulder with all the customary eight sections -Toe, Chine, Beard, Heel, Tang, Ring, Snath, and Grips …..A cutting-edge tractor was additionally behind at a short separation conveying folks similar in look to her brother. ..Further, he was moving in a line of individuals, a thousand and more labourers to do the substantial hard employment. Out of sight, skyscrapers were touching the blue skies that will soon be loaded with all the cutting edge comforts of the world, even a swimming pool and a hanging garden, maybe like the one which was in Babylon. Who knows-It is an indurate job and he messages that he won’t get leave and on the off chance that he withdraws without authorization, he will lose that contract as well. Youngsters who have better vim and zip are holding up very behind. ‘Laila’, her mom called her once more-she must be directed to the powder room frequently at nighttime as she can’t do it all alone. When she is away for work, a young lady comes and helps. She is gentle and is fairly taller than her. She has not gone to school. She additionally has a mother and a sibling very much youthful to her who goes to class. Her mom was a charwoman in well-off houses. Her dad is no more. He went to a remote land for work, and that country was torn in internal issues and the leader of the government was usurped and there was much savagery and when everything was over, a couple of thousand individuals were missing, either dead or got away to some different terrains stealthily and her dad was likewise in that lineup of individuals who had such a prospect. She felt that the young lady’s story is much tantamount to her except the way that she, Laila was more educated. Her mom took uncommon care in her earliest stages to mould her. She could play the guitar and violin and console. She can talk English easily like an English lady and with a hot Manchester accent. She took French as the second subject and she has an essential conversance regarding that matter. She will soon learn Spanish in the coming jaunt since she needs to peruse Cervantes in original, the most innovative author, she had ever relished in life-She read a considerable measure about his life and it is as yet a puzzle how he lived. If there is one dream in her life, it is to see Cervantes-Suddenly she simpers at herself, how crazy her desire is- – Despite everything, she has all that sentimental likes of early youth, even after such travails and sways. Once she read a book titled ‘Passionate Imposter’ and it was half perused and kept on the table and her mom entered and saw the book and the title, and she didn’t comment anything, and Laila was relieved having been raised in that conventional air. However, later her mom told, possibly following a month or so at supper time-‘you should read serious books’, and she recollected that mother was thinking about that last episode of the imposter volume.- She figured she won’t marry till she purchases a decent house to her mom and a home and afford the cost of a home medical attendant since she was perplexed how after marriage, things will turn up, regardless of whether he will be a kind man or the reprobate you sometimes view in silver screens, a hard despot in the family- – then it will be a harrowing time for her mom. She thought for some minutes how to tackle these questions of life…
Suddenly it showered and all her awareness swung to the rain……At that minute, the rain was drenching the woods in rhythms. She is pretty fortunate to live in this country with abrupt cloudbursts – – Outside the transom, there were layers of hedges, fenugreek, fern and shamrock and the breeze hurled delicately over them. Her mother takes a few herbs frequently with lemon juice added to deliver a foamy relish eaten with a sop…..The wind also comes abruptly, however, more often than not, it is hot and halfway cloudy. There is a desert 200 kilometres away and the annual celebration is renowned all through the locales, particularly the flee market is a haven for hippies and voyagers and audacious folk. An old fortress of recorded esteem was closed as of late because a chap went to the highest spike when no sentry was around and hopped down and lost his life. What men do out of the gloom, Laila thought, yet here she is sculpting her strength to the maximum…In October, more clouds will bob up and they will ossify to ominous cast as you stay watching them, and it will be trailed by lightning and thunder- – Otherwise, it is a time comme il faut to drive in the evening to the Fort demesne with friends. The place had avenues of Black Oak[Quercus velutina], Chestnut Oak[Quercusmontana] and Northern Red Oak [Quercus rubra]… They later savoured refreshments in the café and the servers would grin at you deferentially and she discerned that she is flawless in appearance, and she now does some more cosmetics – she can even surpass any female in the tinsel and she discerned that several stars are not as wonderful as her after all, and at the inaugural coffee klatsch of the modern innovative drama, she met a hot on-screen personality and had espresso with her and she felt extremely sad for her physical make-up that even after so much contrived facelifts, she was not as appealing as Laila. A lot of her companions told that the nose of the actress which they saw in the present movie was due to a cosmetic surgery- Still, she doesn’t acknowledge entirely such things – There are sceptical individuals all over the place, some even esteem that envy is something to be thankful for as it paves the way for self-improvement, however, Laila has different views. She has less time for such negligible focuses. She has a great deal of drive and she sought to satisfy all of her dreams in this short however lovely life…- In this season she needed to take part in long and cumbersome voyages, and see loads of bucks and alcohol is in the scene… her immediate supervisor had as of late passed a final proposal on the appearances, there are such a large number of con calls… ‘Darling are you hearing’, her mom solicited again..Hers is a case from the sequela of a past head injury she endured in a climb, arterio-venous fistula, and the consecutive treatment, for that she took a transfer to this town where the best specialist in that branch lived. There was a progress in the case, the doctor told, indeed, a case for the expert, however her dear mama for Laila…..
The professional stated in the latest checkup that the survival odds in this is huge and she was very cheerful when a month ago she took the mother in the wheelchair, her kin sent and guided her to the court and they had some amusement, and that was very salutary. The entry to the clinic was brimming with white pines and white tower birches and she thought how the swinging of birches was once a world in imagination when she read Frost, but she saw someone doing it actually in life, a thing she contemplated frequently. A cargo camper was passing and gave out a lousy horn- – and out and facing them strolled a man with a wild swagger in his stride and they slowly entered the doctor’s facility premises to see the expert and it was his time of O.P. and at that instant, her mother requested for coffee and they both entered the canteen, and then a patient barfed and the stewards flushed up the basement and for a couple of minutes, the scene got chaotic. At last, the crisis staff came and settled the issue. The patient was evacuated to the emergency ward. He was just hanging by after a transplant – ……..The results of the blood tests will come soon. Now she thought of the leader of her work wing who has two secretaries, and they wear those exposed attires. Here, work is more an extension of seduction game, to some degree the vestiges of an enticement culture that was acquired from some apathetic kings of yore who gave severe punishments to their subjects while they cunningly freed themselves from that story. The history is repeating in another context, new sahibs are thinking of novel jargons, however, in the heart, it is the old story. The law of the animal kingdom, the strong feeding on the weak and sharing the supper with its folk. Laila had a mystery razor in her pouch which she carried while she set out to different countries for security purpose. In case she was put in irrepressible circumstances, the razor will help her and luckily, she had not used it so far. If the director misbehaves in the Singapore voyage she will employ it, she assured herself- – Now she muttered and all of a sudden a weakness wrapped her, no, she thought, she has so far stopped all that stuff and in her arsenal is that most covetous of weapons, courage, which nobody can take away and she will record her narrative against all odds…..
–[From a work of FICTION that is in progress]







  1. mydoina says:

    very good! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

      1. mydoina says:

        You’re welcome!

        Liked by 1 person

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