Price Of A Kurti

It was a red chiffon kurti.

A bright red chiffon kurti.

A white embroidery bright red chiffon kurti.

And it was 2 PM.

I was walking through the streets just like any day.

I greeted the tea seller and bought a samosa for myself.

I was walking through the streets just like any day.

The oddity walked towards me, but I didn’t think much of it.

Not until he grabbed my wrist,

Or snatched my bag.

Not until he held my breath with his two hands.

It was a red chiffon kurti.

A bright red chiffon kurti.

A white embroidery bright red chiffon kurti.

And it was 2:30 PM.

I laid in the soil,

And felt my eyes water up.

I waited for my soul to return to me,

But all I could see,

Were the torn up pieces of,

My red chiffon kurti.