THE UNHEARD VOICES

The flower bloomed as usually, the clock's hours hand moved to 5 AM.
She got up and made her bed up, rushed to the loo like she was at the edge of the cliff. She came out of the washroom without even noticing that she was half naked. She rushed to the wall to cover her half naked body and got dressed and ran to the kitchen to make the breakfast. As she was in the kitchen a loud sound of "No one gives a fuck " ringtone made her heart flutter and she became numb for a second and realised that she has to take the call. It was the same voice she panicked as usually, she tremblingly asked why did you call again?

As expected there was no response. She got ready, got into the cab No.7667 and put on her earphones so that she cannot hear the voices and sounds of the other people. She listened to the same playlist daily and smiled, cried, been happy and sad at the same time for the very usual songs. It was 9'00 AM, she reached her office at the right time. Everyone admired her way of dressing but no one really noticed the pain of her heart. She really craved for the attention to her heart but what actually she got is the attention to her body. She was totally depressed from inside, she wanted comfort, she craved for being loved, she wanted support from her companions but she never got them. while thinking all these she didn't noticed that she reached her destination to the floor no.19, she got out of the lift with a fierce look, remarkably this introvert girl had the looks people can die for. She was glowing in her white cozy clothes and her new pencil cut skirt. She smiled at each and every one and went to her cubicle and took her pouch of makeup out and went to the washroom so that she could touch up her outer beauty as she know very well the fact that "THE WORLD ONLY CARES ABOUT THE EXTERAL BEAUTY", as we all are familiar that everyone loves when a flower is blooming, but once the bloomed flower shrinks no one really cares about the flower.