The Man and the Mannequin

Footfalls are low...the shopping season is long gone...but i gotta stay here...gotta do what i gotta do!

Feels lonely, this standalone store on the corner of the street. Looking at the rain, it feels good to be inside. Though i personally dont care about getting wet.

Thank god you are here, how the most dull and mundane of places become hotbeds of emotions, no one can explain. But everyday looking at your face makes me feel i am right where i should be. All the noise, frustration disappears when i look at you standing there. I know you must be getting bored too. Wonder if i help in easing these frustrations the way you do for me!

I wish you could talk. I wish after hours we could sit and eat dinner together or just talk, long endless, equally pointless conversations.

Of course you cant, i aint that lucky. But your all i have here. Days come and go, people come and go, many card swipes and shopping bags later my life still remains the same. Its still just me sitting after everyone is off taking care of this place.
Days go by pretty fast, what with so many customers and so much cash....its always packed with people. The crowd thins out after evening...during festivals and on season nights are a good time to do business.

At least i can talk to you...i know you cant respond but it feels like you are really listening to me...not many people speak to me...at least none of them wait to listen to what i gotta say. Your constant expression makes me feel you are interested in my life, in my thoughts and words.

Never have i seen any girl as beautiful as you...so many of them walk in everyday trying out the most expensive clothes just to look beautiful but none comes close.
By the way the auburn hair looks great on you...hope Rakesh keeps it on for sometime to come...and this dress just shows off what every man desires to have...but none can!

I wish i could touch you and we could connect..wish i could feel your hands on my skin...damn i wish you could change the expression on your face. Crying, anger, mischief...something, anything, you would just look so much more complete. How do we carry on a relationship without any exchange? there is no exchange of glances, of words, of smiles! Its becoming difficult but i'm just so into you that i'm willing to deal with this. At least you listen to me, you treat me like i exist. to others i dont even exist.

The drunkard's here again...poor bastard's all wet and drenched and all he can care about is that bottle...there is more water than theres daaruu in it anyway. Dont worry i know you hate those people gawking at your body through the glass everyday. But you are what they wanna see...you make every piece of clothing seem like its made for someone or the other. People look at the way the dress fits your body and buy it only to realise it doesnt look half as good on them. Thats why i sit here looking at you, admiring you.

Being all alone makes one talk too much. You get so used to just blabbering that you dont realise that there is no one around! you speak to yoursef. You have arguements, you have discussions!

Damn its morning, i am tired. Should have rested but our conversations never seem to end, do they?
Hey Rakesh, how was the wedding last night? Dude can you let Sandra keep the auburn hair for a while? She looks nice. Stop eyeing her chest you fukin letch, the dress just slipped...if only you would have done it properly...just put it back on her shoulder will you?

Fuck it...i'l do it......

Who am i kidding? i cant even push this stupid hat above my eyes.....