To be a womanA Chapter by Eve S.
A
fresh November morning sprung up displaying his moody temper. The sky, though
blue and sun-drenched, was scattered with some snivelling greyish clouds that
kept sprinkling their heavy tears on Saint Pier Neighbourhood for some long
minutes. Lil, who left home with no umbrella, was quite dripping when she
reached the college’ threshold. She
hurried in, waded across the entrance passage at a hasty pace, and finally
sheltered under the rooftop of the sick room. She stood there for a while,
shivering and rubbing her hands which turned oddly bluish in such nippy days.
Then, having a quick look on her new wristwatch, she grinned, somehow proudly,
and got her freshly warmed hands cherishingly into her pockets. The
raindrops grew slenderer and then ceased to fall, so Lil decided to take a
leisurely stroll through the school garden, as there was still about half an
hour for her lesson to start. Hardly any students were out of their classes;
the place was wrapped in calmness, and seemed to her unusually inviting and
spacious. Lil enjoyed being alone exceedingly, and getting in touch with nature
seemed to her much more pleasurable and profitable than holding company to
creatures of her race. She walked through each nook and cranny of the garden,
relishing its plain sights, untrimmed grass, flowerless shrubs, yellowing
trees, and hoary antique waterless fountain as if discovering them for the
first time. The school garden, being remarkably small, needed only few minutes to be wholly examined, and Lil thus, having her little mission flawlessly accomplished, led her steps towards the courtyard, resigned to take a seat. She came up to a weary arched tree, under which was a damp vacant wooden bench, and there, she remained motionless for a moment, reconsidering whether to sit down or to carry on wandering around. Settling her mind at last, she took off her black backpack, opened it with a languid gesture, and plunged her hand in there fumbling for some papers. She stumbled on the doodles that she had been scribbling during yesterday’s tedious lecture, and at their sight she heartily laughed, as if amused with the reflections of her own fanciful thoughts. She spread the scrawled papers on a part of the stool, cautiously positioned herself on the covered spot, and, tightly holding her fetish rucksack in her arms, sank into silent reverie. By
this time, the rainy clouds were almost wholly dispersed, and the mighty golden
sun was gradually and gloriously regaining control over her vast azure
province. Every now and then, however, some persistent solitary raindrops,
after lodging for a while with the cosy tree leaves, bide their meek and
welcoming hosts a sullen reluctant farewell, and jumped down to fall jadedly
here and there like faithful soldiers giving up their lives for noble loyalty
to their retreating sovereign. Some feeble leaves, seemingly not bearing the
heaviness of a moving goodbye, willingly escorted the raindrops in their
intrepid fall, and slowly, the soggy cemented ground was transforming into a
martyrs’ yard under Lil’s eyes. In
that absorbing autumnal masterpiece of flawless harmony, Lil felt herself to be
the intrusive element. She somehow coveted the tree leaves and the raindrops,
the sun and the clouds, the lights and the shadows, for the perfect concord and
mutual sympathy they shared despite their discrepancies. She closed her eyes,
took a deep breath, and ventured in a whimsical attempt to adjust herself to
the mingled simplicity and grandeur of her surroundings, yet in vain. She had
consciousness and conviction about the complexity and the many imperfections of
her human self, and believed it to be unfit, unable, and, in some way, unworthy
to melt into that perfect landscape. The
sharp clattering of nearing treads drove her out of her ponderings, and she
opened her eyes to make out two approaching lasses, one of whom, though
anything but small, was wearing strikingly high heeled shoes that held Lil’s
dazed attention for a few seconds. The girl with the heels, obviously detecting
the astonished frown drawn on her onlooker’s face, glowered at Lil and further
scrutinized her from top to toe, contemptuously. Then, as if satisfied for
having restored her pride by the gratification of her prompt revenge, she
turned sniggering to her friend, who giggled in compliance, and they both
carried on ambling towards the way out. Lil,
judging her own bemused glances to be somewhat provoking and distasteful,
endured the girl’s silly sardonic reaction with an indulgent sigh, but still
couldn’t help feeling a bit shaken, a bit appalled and irked, not for being the
object of indiscreet mockery, as to this she got accustomed, but for having to
witness and cope with such rash cheeky behaviours almost on a daily basis. Exhibiting
one’s peeping and snooping skills was, in fact, so in vogue in the school, and
Lil, having this tendency to tog herself up like a rootless tomboy, was so
often the target of prying eyes and the object of chitchat. In
that day, she was donned in her old faded oversized trousers and a baggy milky
hooded sweater, which, being stained with raindrops, looked rather squalid. The
curves of her willowy body were quite imperceptible; something she had to make
sure of each time she stepped outdoors. That, somehow, made her feel more comfortable,
though not less exposed. Her hair was wholly concealed under a grey woollen
bonnet that slid gawkily to the level of her thick eyebrows, granting her
colourless face a quite Martian look. The
bonnet had a felted hand-stitched flower sewed on one side, and Lil hesitated a
great deal before wearing it, thinking it to be so ladylike and a very bad
match for her boyish trainers. She would, with no scruple, pull the flower out
didn’t this displease Aunt Norah, who dotingly consumed her time and eyes in
stitching it. Lil was, all in all, in odds with the
female creature that she has grown to be. She wasn’t ready to be a woman. She
found it hard to be a woman. She hated being a woman. She was ready to do
anything to screen her femininity, to conceal every trace of it, to simply
forget about it.
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