Trapped In Heels

part 2

TRAPPED IN HEELS.
She came in, as I collected the broken pieces of glass she threw on the floor other night. She looked stunning as usual in that peachy pink gown, but her silky brown hair were messed, few locks falling on her kajal smudged eyes. I noticed how shattered she was and wished if I could patch her broken heart the way I collected the glass pieces.

She realised I was in the room only when her heels got trapped and she fell down. I expected some ouch! reaction, but her response made me hold my breath. She laughed and laughed her heart out until few tears rolled down on her cheeks.

"Hey megha! Are you ok? What happened dear?" I said.

She started crying like a baby. I had never seen megha like this before. I always admired her. My strong, tough yet gorgeous and elegant sister. My role model. Now broken, shattered and devastated.

"I lost, I lost in this race darling! I am so tired now. I wish to quit..quit forever. Help me get through this baby." She soaked in her words.

"This quitting and all is total nonsense ok? Now listen to me. Go, freshen up and I'll make a cup of coffee for you till then." I said wiping her tears.

"Megha, you want nescafe or filter coffee?"

Instant coffees are in a way shortcut to get what we want. But to get the original taste, you can't avoid the long process. Take the right turn and you reach at your destination.

"Filter. Sweetness is just a word. Strong is what defines coffee and us darling." She exclaimed.

"Ok. Here it is."

"Thank you I needed this badly!".

"I know. Now please tell me what happened. You are making me worry megha."

"I think I am over with these heels. They are trapping me like a wire. An electric wire. And the gown, I feel suffocating. My make up burns not only my skin but my heart too. Yesterday I went to the club. Thank god for that now I know all these won't take me far."

"Why? What got you at the club?"

"Everyone at the club was in high spirits but low at consciousness. Three guys came in. Flirting, teasing and body shaming a girl. But nobody even protested! The girl dissappeared within minutes. But nobody noticed. I went to the top floor for getting some tequila shots. I heard her, crying and screaming in pain. She wanted someone to rescue her. I turned my eyes around the floor but saw no one. I overheard.

Two hours later ambulance and police came in. There she was, lying on the stretcher, with a white cloth covering her entirely.

Oh god...What did I do? What kind of woman I am who couldn't save another woman being there.

Did your strong, brave sister die beneath these fake show off? The guilt will never free me."

Frankly, I was shocked and numb. I felt like smashing Megha's face for what she did was miserable. But I somehow managed saying "Calm down. What clothes you wear or how much you spend on your tequilas won't decide your standards. You know what a high standard living means?"

"I wish I did."

"It is how big your heart is to shower your care on others. Not how big your pocket is to buy those trappy heels. I know you did wrong. But the question lies in if you want to change yourself to make a better living or simply quit?"

"Will changing myself make my sins less?"

"See. You selfish soul. You will change because you want to lessen the no. of sins in your account. You ran behind fashion because you wanted to show others how pretty you are. You starving because eating in office canteen could bring your image down. And what is the use of empty Chanel wallets? C'mon grow up now atleast you already grown up woman."

"I promise you I won't repeat these mistakes. But I want you to be by my side always! Please don't hate me."

"How can I hate you ever? Remember you are my role model and a superb human being who lost the track for a while. I love you so much and we all are by your side."

I hugged Megha when she was putting those heels in the bin.

Lastly, all you people who want to change themselves from human being to being human, we are always there for you, supporting you.

Don't forget to have a wonderful day. :)