No cloistered virtue

Ratna Park, like any other evening was beginning to get busier with people on the way to their destinations jumping on and off vehicles. I met with my friends on the footbridge and then made our way toward the bus stand. Unlike most days, when I wear jeans and a jacket, I was wearing a low neckline jumper over leggings. I also wore a hat. I had applied lots of make-up and even drew a mole on my face. I was worried I would run into acquaintances and didn’t want to be judged so I tried to look a little different from my real self. No cloistered virtue
Published at : January 23, 2016