Sinf-e-Nazuk.

With an endless dripping of raindrops over her decrepit latten roof, she tossed her bed sheet aside and rolled up herself, with back on the unplastered wall she set her eyes on the wrecked condition of the roof and an opening from which the rainwater was dripping in a blue bucket, maybe mom placed that when it started raining, she thought.  She checked her wall clock, half an hour for morning prayers. She stood up and went to the basin, washed her face and fixed her hair. Rain was almost over and mom was awaked by then. After prayers, she went to iron her clothes, where mom’s whining began emphasizing on the destructions the-unseasoned-sudden-rain brought last night. She asked her to fix all up in the coming month. With the daily morning tits and bits she prepared her mind to fight with the same world, hung her bag on the shoulder, covered her head and unchained the front iron gate. With her eyes lowered she started walking, she couldn't keep herself in the stride when a hasty guy escorted. She jammed her hands and coiled her body. Leaving the entire street, she started walking with the wall. The guy was still there; spotted blue jeans, red stained shirt with two front buttons open, heavy hair on chest and unshaven dirty face constantly chewing a toothpick. She paid no heed to the comments he passed and moved to the main road; he turned to the adjacent street. She looked up and breathe relieved. Standing on the bus stop with two other women in burqa she felt uncomfortable again when a man in his late forties approached and take a seat nearer. He kept on staring at her; a round-faced with messy hair, wearing grimy light blue colored kurta shalwar and barefoot. She distant herself on the footpath, but couldn't get more than the constant stares of the passer by’s. Yet there was drenched water on the roads and that’s why the bus was taking more time than the usual. She felt at ease when her bus came at sight. She gets off the footpath and hurried to get in the bus. With the usual hustle and bustle, she climbed to the footpad of the bus. With the seats all full, she waited for her turn to sit. Meanwhile, number of men passengers and the conductor kept on stepping by the women section patting her body parts intentionally or by chance. She cupped her existence the best she was able to do, but failed at times. Today was not her day. None of the seats go vacant and she traveled all the way gripping the iron pipe with her soft palms. Descending from the bus she started moving to her garment factory where she was working for past three years. After all the day-doings and minutes before the off time, she went to the manager’s room to ask him for her salary in advance. A man in his fifties, gray hair and light shaved, white shirt and blue tie, working on his desktop PC, she knocked and get inside. After a fifteen minute chat, he consents to pay her in advance, but asked her to do overtime tonight. She hesitated and put her excuse of an old aged mother waiting for her alone. She was conscious of the situation and the appalling intentions of the man she was dependent on, but she excused herself and left the room hastily. It started raining by then when she left the factory. With rolling tears down her cheek she kept on walking to the bus stop, meanwhile it started raining heavily damping all her dress. Due to the soggy texture of her kurta shalwar it got stick to her body. She was helping herself to get to the bus stop sooner as possible, but it was impossible with this amount of water gathering on road. All in a sudden a motorbike rapidly passed with two teenagers riding from which one of the boy patted her back with strength. She couldn't help herself then and ran to get an auto rickshaw. She ran into her room asking her mom to pay the auto rickshaw. She started whining about the increased fares and inflation, but paid eventually and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

With the echoes and woes one and all from the vicinity gathered and inquired about the tragedy. She replied “I was organizing dinner when she arrived from the factory and went inside, afterward I came to ask her for food, but what I saw was this. She was dangling by the opening on the roof with her. . . .”

Later, an A4 size paper was found beneath her bed.