WHAT SHE INSCRIBED?

Along the pedestrian path way in the middle of a busy two way road near a traffic signal, sitting right under a lamp post in scorching heat I spotted her. A brown haired beauty, with her hair being clipped yet falling on face. As she Cladded herself with slim-fit denim and shirt yet was bare feet. Holding a pen in hand and desperately ripping off cardboard cover that seemed a tea pack, she tore it open to write over, taking it as a white sheet of paper.

Without paying any attention to the halted traffic waiting for the signal to go green and the pedestrians walking by, eyes grounded on to her disguised paper as if writing an exam paper.  What’s she writing so intensely?  She comes from slums! That's what her slum dweller hang out said. Does she know how to write? These were the questions that crept in mind, obviously the one who noticed might have shared the thought.
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As the ticking countdown of the traffic signal was about to come to end and traffic all set to move, the curiosity to get off and peep in the piece of writing she was penning slithered more. I captured her in my camera and before I could click more of her traffic started moving. All I was left with was her snap shot and thoughts pondering over “What she inscribed so anxiously?”