Baskadia

It is pitch dark

She stumbles upon 'hers'

Thrown here and there

She reaches out

The light is on

It is still dark

This room of 'hers'

A few unsteady steps

Towards the window

A hesitant hand

On the curtains

Then she rushes back

To square one

It must be dark outside as well

''Have you eaten ?''

''Yes''

''If you're hungry put the rice in..''

''Ok'' she interrupts her

These are the only few words exchanged with her mother

No more

None

Sometimes

She takes off

the clothes

Removes

the makeup

Unties her hair

That is more like her

She smiles