SWANKY BITCHES ARE IN VOGUE

She hooked her lacy red bra back , slipped her perfectly waxed legs through the leg openings of her red panty and pulled it up and tied her messy strands of hair to form a bun.

She lit a cigarette and leaned against the window.

It's still dark outside. The day has had it's little share of shower a few minutes back.

She looked at the wall clock . It's 4:12 A.M.

Her eyes swept across the room and stopped to see the figure lying on the bed, deeply asleep.

She stared at his face for a while. She couldn't remember his name .... nor could she remember him.

She was too drunk to remember anything last night.

All she could remember was that she was having a blast at that party. She drank, she danced to the wild music, she kissed, she laughed.

Now she could faintly recollect meeting this guy. He was kissing her desperately and trying to touch her all over.

She remembered the last line that she had whispered in his ears..."I want you to fuck me!"

Her lips curved to a quiet smile as she shifted her gaze from his face.

She finished the cigarette and put on her slim fitted faded blue jeans and her shiny black tee.

She tip toed to the door, picked up her purse from the floor and quietly stepped outside the room.

She stayed as quiet as possible while walking across the hall and finally found herself outside the flat.

She hurried down the staircases and finally came onto the road.

She breathed in the fresh morning air.

This is a big day for her.

She took the bus to her hostel and sneaked in through the window.

Her roommate was still asleep. She took a bath and changed into new clothes. She wore a pink kurta with black leggings. She brushed her hair and left it open. She lined her big black eyes with kohl, applied a nude lipstick on her lips and wore her favourite pair of silver earrings.

These earrings are very dear to her. These were gifted to her by her mom on her 17th birthday, just a few weeks before that accident.

That accident which snatched both her parents away from her.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Quickly she wiped them off with her finger tips and smiled to herself in the mirror.

Then she picked her bag up and stepped out of the hostel.

She walked down the road , the anklet on her right foot making a soft jingle sound.

She entered the flower shop at the end of the block.

"Good morning Mrs. Gupta", she greeted her with a huge smile on her face.

"Good morning , dear", Mrs. Gupta smiled back.

Just like the other days, she picked up two of her favourite bouquets from the rows. This one has a beautiful combination of purple orchids and white lilies.

She paid for it and then hurried her way to the graveyard.

She walked to her parents' graves and sat down on her knees.

"I need your blessings today ,mom and dad. "

She put the bouquets down on their graves and cleaned the remains of the flowers it had from yesterday.

She prayed in silence for a while and then came outside.

She looked at her watch. It's already 8:15 A.M.

She took the bus to college.

As she entered the college campus , "it" began.

"Good morning whore!", wished someone from nearby.

"Hey slut, how wasted did you get last night?", chuckled an unknown face.

Everybody was looking at her , scanning her body all through and passing comments.

"You piece of shit!"

She smiled to herself. She is accustomed to all these.

She pulled out her earphone from her bag , connected it to her phone and played a music in the loudest allowed level.

Now all she had to deal with ,was those mean looking faces blabbering some stuffs to her.

She can't get one thing clear. How can these people judge her without having any clue of what is going on in her life or how she is feeling ?

Not a single person has ever come up to her to know about HER , how she really is.... what she has gone through and how she is keeping up with everything.

They are just busy assuming stuffs from the way she dresses up.. how short her skirt is... how her deep necked top allowed a slight view of her cleavage... how often she smoked or how often she drank...how many abusive slangs she used.

Yes, it's true.

She loves style... she loves to get high... she loves to counter those bitches who try to pull her down or insult her.... she loves to have sex...she loves all of these.

But......

She also loves nature... she loves reading...she loves spending time with those orphans at the orphanage....reading out to them... bringing food for them. She loves flowers...she loves to visit the church.

She loves her parents....... who are no more.

Nobody cares about that.

She had a lot of complaints in those early days of college. She had been frustrated with life. She had even tried to give up on life.

But then she had realised.

People judge people.

No matter how good or bad you are.... they will judge you.

You can never stop them from doing that.

She has now reached the bulletin board.

The list has been published .It has been put to display.

The list of top five students who have qualified for the much desired scholarship at The Oxford University.

Yes. She is there.

Her name is there right at the top. She has got selected out of those 700 students who had applied for it.

Everyone had dreamt about achieving it.

She achieved it.

She couldn't stop that big smile on her face from appearing.

Yes. She has done it. She has realised her dream.

She has shut those mouths. She has aptly answered all those people who had never failed to prove how worthless she was... how inappropriate she was for the society.

They have lost. She has won.

"Thank you mom. "

"Thank you dad."

She whispered.

A note for all:

"We have all judged someone or the other, based on their clothes or attitude at some point of our life.

But had we ever took the effort to know how they really were as a human? What pain they might had been hiding behind those attitudes?

Think about it ."