Topless woman
She was a size 34 A, I reckon. Arched back. Glistening brown skin. Hair over her eyes and she walked around, blissfully unaware of the millioins of eyes boring into her bare chest.
Sounds tantalising huh? The sight was anything but.
The beggar woman's bare back arched dangerously as she used an inadequate stick to get from car to car, collecting her days' earnings. Her gruddy skin glistened as beads of perspiration were constantly being wiped away. Her grimy hair covered the small eyes that told a story of desperation, abuse and hopelessness.
Hopelessness? Am I sure? Because as the cars uneasily stopped at the traffic light at the end of the DND, she demonstrated tremendous hope and faith in that someone out there might look beyond her hanging breasts and give her alms. Or perhaps, she hoped the bare breasts would at least attract a look.
Sounds tantalising huh? The sight was anything but.
The beggar woman's bare back arched dangerously as she used an inadequate stick to get from car to car, collecting her days' earnings. Her gruddy skin glistened as beads of perspiration were constantly being wiped away. Her grimy hair covered the small eyes that told a story of desperation, abuse and hopelessness.
Hopelessness? Am I sure? Because as the cars uneasily stopped at the traffic light at the end of the DND, she demonstrated tremendous hope and faith in that someone out there might look beyond her hanging breasts and give her alms. Or perhaps, she hoped the bare breasts would at least attract a look.
posted by Sunanda at Saturday, April 16, 2005
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