Ah! That sweet warm touch of the golden sun feels like tranquility and the cool breeze brings out a great balance. The curve i have on my creamy face must be on every woman's face every day. This short life brings out great deals for every being, then why are these women an exception? I believe no one is an exception. Thoughts give their way in as I drive along.
The nerves have started to kick in as I approach the young sky scraper. Elegantly I carry my excited soul in the mould of my body past those double-glass doors and take steps towards women freedom. My heels clank with the wooden floor and I progress towards the curved metallic desk, saying "NYC WOMEN EMPOWERMENT AND DEVELOPMENT"
The receptionist, young and beautiful in grey speaks in a very soft and professional tone, "Hello Ma'am, How may I help you?". "I am Lisa Braunt.", I replied energetically. "Oh Welcome to NYC WOMEN EMPOWERMENT AND DEVELOPMENT PROGRAM. Miss Elizabeth is expecting you in four minutes.", she exclaimed.
Her hand motioned towards the white phone and called for assistance. In minutes a well dressed man in grey suit appeared. The receptionist asked the young man to guide me to the 4th floor where the freedom rests.
Jacob Hawks was his name. I was guided to an elevator and then through some corridors to the silver shiny door which coruscated the lights around it. I was instructed to enter victory. The doors revealed a huge room with modern art on walls and office related furniture.
A lady in her mid forties straight as an erected knife gazed through my soul; she really had a sixth sense. "Hello Lisa", she broke the silence with her mature voice. "Good Afternoon Madam!", I replied.
I was welcomed to sit on those lavished sofas around the wooden coffee table with arabesque designs on top of it. A small percolator and two red mugs enjoying the aroma of the cocoa rested in the middle. Our discussion had begun with my views about women freedom. I talked about the way our ideas are neglected and our voice banished. During that sophisticated discussion, the lady seemed to be sweet as sugar and one of the greatest platforms for my ideas. The talk took a bit of time but I was absolutely gracious. In the flick of a second there was an ear-blasting sound, probably a gunshot. The forty years had terminated in the blur of activity................
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Feminine Notions
General FictionHow does a woman feel about the world; why are her notions unconsidered?? A sensational story of a Lisa Braunt who wants her notions to be appraised.
