The door knocked twice. I stood frozen at the window. The sound of rain falling on my balcony window had muted. The only sound that was audible to me was the rhythmic knock on my door. The cigarette butt was evaporating in the air, its ashes were silently dropping on my Persian carpet. At two in the morning, I waited for the third person to call out his recognition voluntarily, to motivate me to open the door. The second person with me sharing the stillness of the night was lying lifelessly on the floor. I am not a good judge of my actions, of what happened an hour ago. But the vase went crashing on his head was an irretrievable and unavoidable action. How can one expect me to behave politely to this man who pulled me by my hair across the hall. Yes I am a woman, indeed I am a proud woman. I was neither a CEO nor a SSP , but no one has the right to put down my dignity.
A sample of my writing