She Boy

She was there on the roadside sitting in front of the temple selling garlands made of Marigold and beautiful roses by her side. From a distance she appeared a girl with parted hairs, almost beautiful flicks that touched her forehead whenever the wind tried to enter through it and a pony tail with white ribbon neatly combed dressed up in royal blue jeans, a black shirt sort of and a yellow top underneath the black shirt. She was a bit dusky in complexion, with beautiful  black eyes and a comparatively small face, must be a student or a drop out can’t say.

The moment a boy who was carrying a luggage behind his so jugadu motor cycle with a long carrier attached to it passed by, she called out and he stopped, she continued as,’ Oye, mummy ko bhej deo’ (Listen, send mom here at the stall) and he looked at her and said,’ Ji sahab or yes, boss’, smiling and went his way. Meanwhile, she passed her time asking guys this and that and even beating up a small kid for abusing or such offensive words.

‘ Oye, tu mere raide ka dhyan rakhega, me tjhse 2 rupiya dunga’ ( Hey boy, will you mind my stall, i’ll pay you 2 rupees) smiling, she winded up her stall a bit and went out to seek her mom, i guess. I just got to see her SWAG, the entire gestures of her body speak more of her as a boy and i miss that girl being neglected.

To me she appeared a Boy dressed as a girl or maybe the society made her a boy finally.