Myrrah

It was a Friday night. March 23, 2012 in Mumbai. Myrrah was about to turn 23. A pretty young lady who had a scripted life so far. All that she touched ever turned Gold. Born to a Rich Business Owner, You could say she was one of those born with a Silver spoon, if not a Golden one. Myrrah stood there on the window of her 10th floor apartment. Her family was out for vacation. Well Myrrah was used to spending most of her birthdays alone. In fact, most of her usual life as well.

It was a fairly large house for those days. 3 Bedrooms , 1 for each member of the family and a large dining room and Kitchen, 2 Toilets other than the one in individual rooms. One for EACH. Mom, Dad and Myrrah.You could say it was a dream for most people to think about such houses. Mumbai was growing up to become a serious competition to worlds largest Metros. It had the juvenile exuberance of a 20 something raging youngster who is itching to experience the higher pleasures of life in every sense of it. The time when you are raring to do great at work, break out of the old school family traditions, hang out with "cool" friends, lots of sex, drugs and booze. One could be forgiven to think Myrrah had a similar life style. NOT. For she was the Yan for all those Yins out there. Mumbai women had really come out of the closet and started to express themselves freely.

Myrrah was the type who liked to be on her own. Not that she felt she was superior because of being blessed with a fortunate life. But because she felt she didn't belong anywhere. A hollow feeling through her soul sucked her emotions in like a black hole. For a 23 year old she was cold as ice. A Lady of good taste who loved her wine and music. She was working towards getting signed up with a record label to get out of that house which "A Business Man" owned in her own words. She was edgy and looking to break free. Her room carried her attitude. "You win some and you lose some." "Life is never really fair, Fuck whoever who said it is". Those two messages engraved on a rock hung in Myrrah's room. Her room was painted in white with murals of Shiva painted on all walls in different poses. But there was one thing common, An open third eye. It was intentional. Myrrah had Painted those murals.

Myrrah stood there on the window with her glass of wine a Fratelli Sauvignon Blanc. Her Favorite. She had just got out of shower. The moon light touching her window and illuminating her room just enough. All you could see is the silhouette of a Sexy 23 year old in a Backless evening dress. The kind of gorgeous women you would call "Greek Goddesses" or Even "Nymphs". The most beautiful women ever in Greek Mythology. Her White dress only added to that setting. It was long evening gown and back less. The kinds you would wear to Oscars. Myrrah loved to dress up for herself. She had Her favorite music playing at the back ground. some classical western music she usually danced to. It was 11 minutes past 1 already and Myrrah had started to dance. It was something Myrrah did every day since she remembered. Dancing at 11 past 1. No body knew why And No body bothered.

"Tonight is special" Myrrah told herself and led her hand forward and walked out of the window. All she left for her parents was a Polaroid picture of her kissing the air. The Picture read "Dastaan and Me- Happily Married"