Another Ordinary Evening

It was a hot summer evening. She walked through the small alleys in Lajpat Market. The market was as vibrant as ever. Happy couples strolled around aimlessly. The ladies haggled with the vendors. Groups of youngsters laughed away at tea stalls, pani poori and dal pakoda corners. Everywhere she looked around, she could see happy people. She felt that she didn't belong there. The world was for happy people. And she was not happy anymore. She rushed out of the market, holding back her tears.
As she walked back to the metro station, her mind was filled with the memories of him, he was the first one ever to call her beautiful , the one who made her go weak at the knees, the one who made her laugh till she couldn't breathe anymore, the one who sang for her every night...
As the metro train glided past the Lotus temple and ISCKON temple, she remembered him again, their little trysts to these temples, holding hands and giggling at silly things. He could always turn her frown upside down. He was her support system in this strange new city.
The view outside had started to change. The slums of Okhla looked dark, dirty and was a living proof  of the city life. There lived the people who made it possible for the rich folk of the city to sit in their revolving chairs and sip coffee, for their maids and handymen would have taken care of all their domestic troubles. She wondered whether the people lived there were happy. Her mind wandered back to him, how she sat next to him during every metro ride, how he put his arms around her when she snuggled against his shoulder, how happy she was when he was around.
As the train skidded to a halt at her station, she awoke from her thoughts with a start. She walked along with the crowd, most of them looking dead tired from their hectic day. She wondered if they were happy. The rickshaw walla haggled with her as usual and she gave up as usual. Giving an extra 10 rs to this man wouldn't make her any poor. Maybe this man will buy his daughter her favourite chocolate with that 10 rs or maybe he will drink alcohol with it. Either way, if this 10 rs can give him happiness that he wants, then it is of much more use to him than her.
As she reached her home, she lost all her self restraint. She burst out into tears. She wanted him. She frantically scrolled through her contacts to call him, she remembered the voice that once sang to her telling her that he liked another girl. She slowly kept the phone on the bedside table. She wondered how it will be like to feel happy again. Even as she slid to sleep, she knew that tomorrow will be the same, with the terrible longing for happiness and a lot of tears, just like how it was yesterday, just like how it has been for days...