I felt like chameleon. Totally camouflaged.
She was ahead of taking small steps, looking around like to find something new, better.
I realized that upto some extent we saw the same things, like Lark's House, Lofty Lounge and Few Mores.
We crossed roads but I never saw her.
Oh right! The parking's is a bit farther from school.
It was all city. And we were still walking on the highway footpath. I was also curious since I never got a chance to visit the other end.
Suddenly it started smelling awful, though there was no sign of dumpster. I was wearing mask so it was less immense. But as the walk continued, it was fucking unbearable.
And then, I noticed that small leather factories were showing up. Most of it was stashed with sacks. Houses with rags stitched walls, burning cars, dirty humans.
My head started throbbing and uneasiness started building up on my stomach. I wanted to vomit when I reached "The Boderline".
Unbelievable.
It was river flooding with plastics and shit.
Yellow green smoke rising from it, the look it was rubbing in my eyes, made the food in stomach regret.
What more shocking is the fact that there are dinner houses near them. A few concrete builds also.
The hell! They live here?
She was walking in front of me like was on a path to heaven on earth. Now taking a turn. She lived there. How?
There were shirtless kids running, men staring, women complaining.
People like me must visit this place for hiring labours.
I was ignored.
And then it was her house. One of the tin tops. Weathered wood door. Run down walls. Unhygenic. Pungent smell.
That's how she lived.