mY naKed Thoughts

Gone are the luxuries of free Vitamin Ds. No more basking in the morning sunshine and the warmth of glowing monlit sky of the midnight. No more empowering feeling from scrutinizing people without their knowledge. My fave abode, the rooftop is now closed. It’s locked. Off to the world! How miserable this kingdom is! Ha!

Luckily, the lock up didn’t fetter my imagination. Thus, I’m still free, soaring as the wind! Alive, kicking and laughing till my jaw was in pain when I know the funny story…  well for me it’s funny behind the sudden change of the rooftop policy. 

This is the story.

One humid evening, when air was present only for breathing. A highly reticent soul of a woman was lost in the abyss space of the rooftop. She roamed around, flipping and shoving every thing she sets foot. The weather temperature dropped way low making the environment of the Kingdom too hot. She was restless and feeling hot and sticky and annoyed. She had desired of removing the inconvenience of wearing the long heavy cloak covering her whole body and the piece of cloth on her hair. Her steaming senses  should breath some air. Baring skin was not supposed to be her.. or at least their religion told them so. Nothing should be seen on her except her face and her hands. No one should see her naked. No way! But, no one was there! she thought. Everyone was on their deep slumber. But there could have been cockroaches or perhaps ants. Does it matter? 

She’s tired with the domestic job she performs everyday on this freakin building for a decade long! Fed up of abiding the meticulous policy of their faith. She wants to let go her self. All her inhibitions! all of it! In a flurried movements out of impulse she strips her clothes off like a banana about to be eaten revealing all the nakedness of its fruit.  She took a deep breath and grasp the mobile on her pocket and dialed her beau’s number. ” .. hello! Are you sleeping inside the car? look up! im here!”  Her man was confused! Half asleep thought, “Was it her? “I think it’s her!”, Yet, He needs to confirm. He needs a picture to validate what he saw. Zooming her from the  ground floor to the rooftop. Click! click!  

That was the night. He woke up shouting! How come his mobile was in his co-worker’s hand?! Atini! Atini jawal! meant to say, “Give me my mobile!” but it was late. Way too late. The picture was already bluetoothed by his fellow clod.

That shocked the hell out of the old fashioned family she lived with, had hit rock bottom every single brain working below the rooftop.

tsk! tsk! Rooftop will never be thesame again…