A Tourist, A Tiara, And A Tramp

The suns rays penetrates the shop window making even the ugliest of shoes look desirable. Hungry shoppers walk past licking their lips at the sight reduced prices and new stock.

Where as on my side of the street...

A dark nothingness veils upon me making even the prettiest of curtains look lurid. Tired shoppers scuttle past not giving me a second glance as they wrap their coats tighter around their fragile bodies.

Despite this monstrosity more people have seen my face than laid eyes on the Queen's crown, hundreds of customers pass my way everyday. Peeping at me dismally and on the rare occasions, give me attention by staring for a long time... just with an air of boredom.

I pity myself for being on the wrong side of the street. But I guess, I don't. I'm glad I am plastered to this wall instead of the other because then I wouldn't know the admirable story of three friends. With three different figures. Three different backgrounds. Three different morals. But one unforgettable story.

You're probably thinking that I'm a window. Windows don't have feelings. Well that's where you're wrong. I hear. I see. I think. And all because of those people who met on my corner of the street five years ago on a September morning.

Yet little did I know that I had the front row ticket to the most passionate, most challenging and the most gripping story ever heard of. Saying 'heard of' is a lie. Because I've kept it my secret.

But now I've come to terms with myself, I want to share with you the tale of a Tourist, a Tiara, and a Tramp...

~~~Coming soon~~~