55: Neighbour's envy, owner's pride
Old woman with manicured feet betrayed signs of having got a facial the day before. The glow didn’t hide her spidery veins and wrinkles though. The mehandi masked those strands of grey, but her eyes gave her away. “She obviously has too much time on her hands,” whispered the woman sitting opposite to her companion.
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She watched as the hip chick got onto the train. From the swish of her straightened hair to the unclasping of her tote bag; to the flicking open of a shiny compact, a hand sanitiser, a high end phone – Meena’s eyes drank in everything. With six children envy was the only thing she could afford.
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She watched as the hip chick got onto the train. From the swish of her straightened hair to the unclasping of her tote bag; to the flicking open of a shiny compact, a hand sanitiser, a high end phone – Meena’s eyes drank in everything. With six children envy was the only thing she could afford.
posted by ironyofdparadox at 4:46 pm
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Sometimes envy is the only thing we choose to afford. Because even a little charity of thought hurts too much.
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