"How do I start it?" Megha mumbled with agitation while she slapped her hanged phone against her palm.."what is wrong with it" "ahhugh" was all she could speak till universe listened to her and granted her wish .
She hastily calls to her neighbor "mrs Neetu sharma " to check on her sick mother , "Dhara tripathi " .unfortunate circumstances can be a boon or bane yes! boon ,why not? Dementia was certainly an escape, albeit a lonely one for Dhara tripathi,sleep is better than the waking state when world has nothing to offer .
sickness and disease comes under the criteria of curse ..especially those who are lower on the economical chain ,disease eats the sick and feeds on the person who pays the bill .
Working two jobs ,waiting tables and assisting scary street smart salon owners was a kind of fate that was shaped like a maze..and no matter what you do ,you could never escape it,neither socially nor financially.
Oh but Megha had beauty,Megha thought after catching a glimpse of her beautiful face in the China set stuffed cupboard..she touches her face to remind herself the touch of her own tenderness ..in a better situation,Megha would have been delighted to have this face but in her reality it was the constant reminder of all the things she cannot have despite being a conventionally pretty girl.pretty girls had it all but she cannot.
She is 23 years old,born and bred up in shimla.works as a waitress from morning till noon and as a receptionist in a salon from noon till evening.Two low wage jobs and even lower the mindset of people she comes across during her working hours.
She resumes her work after that one glimpse in the tainted glass of cupboard..quickly taking and delivering orders..in between the chaos ,she's checking her phone for a message that she cannot read but can sense
Three days ago ,her manager had alerted everyone about the downsizing that is going to happen and despite the good credits and excellent behaviour (being polite to that one spoiled rich young son of a major industrialist,cleaning shoes of south Delhi women because they were careless enough to spill sauce on their fine bottega shoes etc )
It's hard to differentiate between the employees for downsizing,all of them are same and equal in the eyes of employer so random downsizing was the option
A message alerts Megha .
Dear employees of reverie restaurant
We have decided to let go the batch 16 and will further maintain the downsizing process due to the closing of this restaurant in the next 8 months.
You will be rightly compensated
Management
Nikita dhoopar
"Further maintain the downsizing process " "reverie shutting down" Megha's entire world shifted and the floor beneath her disowned her ..her anxiety and anger shot up
"How could they do this to us ,to me "..thought Megha ,even though she didn't belong to batch 16 ..she knew that she would be out of her day job in 8months if not next month.
For her it was bad but for her mother,it was the best news..almost miraculous that Dhara suddenly remembered everything..down to the last moment of anger before she finally retired to dreams and beds.
"Oh how I would love to finally get away with those medicines,they mess with my nerves " she says with a casual countenance .
"Maa" she holds her wrist into
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Megha
General FictionIt was always easy to blame him but in the depth of night I realised that all I ever needed was to wake up from my reverie and let go. All the things I loved ,why i never loved my tender scared heart.
