I find no one who could sit by me. I am neither a river nor I do have benches to sit upon. I still wait for a passenger who will enter this compartment and everything will look gentle. Am I bothered about 'looks'? Am I scared of ugliness? How come I, with a mind that is not as much clean as it should be. Body sprays take care of bodies. It is merely another tool to hide ourselves. When you say, I love you and put burden on my head, it really stinks. I know, life stinks.
Why don't you leave this dress then?
—To be true, it already has ruined my nasal competence.
—Your nose is beautiful, I must say.
—It has just been a facial accessory and I have lost my mirror the day it has lost its job.
With love
ZIA HAQUE
