Morning of an Invisible

The yellow orange rays had found their way to my wreck which people couldn't.... I lay there motionless listening to the world that ostracized me from being myself... 

I stood up facing the mirror, Oh! The nocturnal visitor had thrust my cost in my breasts , pink notes in brown hands !! I looked upon myself and saw the reflection with smudged kajal, smeared lipstick and tore saree smiling at me. What have i made of myself ? What am I now ?

"The one among many" a feeble sound answered somewhere as i put on my lipstick and flowers...