Almost all the corners are covered, all the stalls visited, quite a
long time I have been roaming around the fair. The gathering of people was
increasing and so was increasing my tiredness. Thought, it's time to leave, and
I started walking towards the exit point. Just before I exit, the announcement
started. I looked back; the event is all set to start.
Ohhh Fiona... I remembered.
She has completed a number of shows as an anchor and I have never
attended any of her performance. Many a times she had told me to watch her live. With time our friendship has become even stronger. I
thought to stop a while and have a look at her performance. As soon as the
curtain rises a beautiful girl dressed in bright red color appeared and
started a solo dance.
No, it wasn’t she... She must be in the backstage and would be
preparing her anchoring. I thought of giving her a surprise with a sudden visit
and I went there.
There, she's. Sitting on a chair and deeply looking at some papers.
Beautifully dressed, looking perfect, an anchor, and ready to explore herself.
Slowly I stepped towards her and tapped her, OMG she's really so surprised, too
much excited. We took two chairs and placed just at a small distance to have a
talk together. She seemed so confidant and excited while elaborating me what
she's going to do in the next hours. We were happy talking to each other when a
man around forty went to us and inquired
“Who kept these outfits there, on the chair?”
“ohhh! It's me, I just kept it here” She said casually.
That was the end to the happiness, that man who seems to be the
manager of the show gave a sharp blow to her and warned her not to repeat that
anymore.
Everything gone, suddenly there was the cloud of melancholy. Tears
of sadness and anger rolled out of her.
“Is this the way you are treated usually” I asked.
“No! I can't understand why he did this”
she replied, clearing her throat and gathering some courage.
And we decided to leave that show there. The arrogant man told us to
meet the organizer, who brought her there before we leave. We went to him. He
was an old man sitting with 4 more people around him. The manager too went
there.
Before anything happens, she went to the manager and unloads all her
anger on him with a sharper
blow in return.
“This is what you deserve.” she told him.
Others sitting there however managed the situation and calmed both
of them. She then told everything and asked for the explanation. That old man
tried his best to bring the situation under control but ended up in nothing.
Finally she refused to work with such arrogant people and decided to leave.
Yes! We left the show there itself without caring anything. She
didn't care how the event would go. We left; we crossed the main exit of the
fair together. We reached the main road, slowly the crowd disappeared, the
sound of the loudspeakers fainted and we move towards silent, darkness and
towards a lonely road, we walked together.
I looked at her, she was puzzled, and her face had an unusual
expression that was difficult to read.
“How
would they do it in your absence?” I asked.
“I don't care” she replied.
“I can't lose my dignity, and
no one should. How can one work where such idiots exist!”
I looked at her. There was silence between us, a cool night with
cool silver moon. She moved forward, closer towards me. Looking at my eyes she spread
her arms and hugged me tight.
I could feel the sensation in me, the warmth of a bold girl. I am
proud of her.
We again started walking together on the lonely road...
... And suddenly I realised. Ohhh gosh! I was dreaming. I woke up!
It took a while to regain my sense. I switched on the light and sat on my bed,
took a sip of water and thought...
Was it really a dream?
and got the answer “yes it
was”.
