Ruby went outside and stared for a while. It was a bright day and Kolkata was waking up. She had seen most things already now. She just wished that she could walk out and not come back.
She walked out and switched on her mp3, she was beginning to recover somehow.
The beats started playing in slow motion as she boarded the taxi.
There was a new life to be had, to be seen and she was the one who had to live it.
A/N: I cannot write, I just can’t. Am sorry, I do not have any ideas anything. I just, I have been crying since morning and I have no sense of emotions so please spare me the “it’s too short” comments. I might be doing a Marquez post today
An angry indian chick 