Screams

She tried to walk past the crowd, in torn clothes, her hair messed up, her lipstick smeared all over her face, her kohl making dark lines on her cheeks, every muscle of her body in pain.

Escaping every eye that made her the culprit was an art she had learnt long time back, but today those eyes pierced through her soul. She stopped, turned around and screamed and screamed till she dropped on the ground. Her screams made every eye moist. Her screams that cold December morning changed everything.