It's a Dog's Life!

I was traveling to office today morning. Saw a dog. She was lying there under a tree, on a heap of sand. Dug herself a cozy little hole in that heap, and sleeping away enjoying the advent of winter in our, so far unbearably hot, Delhi.
Now I love dogs, I have always loved them. What drew me to her was that amazing peaceful look on her face. She was looking at me smiling (yes you unbelievers dogs DO smile, and very often, its just we human beings don't look often enough), absolutely content with herself, and comfortable. She was slightly dirty from all the sand, but she looked magnificent, looked like may be that day she had had the luck of getting a slice of stale bread or so for breakfast, found herself a cool and cozy place to enjoy first winter sun and in short, she meant to be happy. And she was.

As my rickshaw moved off my dog's palace, I looked in front of me and saw something else. There was this girl. She was walking in front of my rickshaw, an envelope in her hand. Probably going to the post office nearby. She was around eighteen or twenty, walking with great difficulty. No no, no need to get your sympathy hankies out, she is not physically disabled. At least not congenitally so. It's just the extremely tight trouser, skin hugging top and high heel. She was physically disabled by fashion. Caught a glimpse of her face as I crossed her, kajol, lipstick, streaked hair and oh-so-many other makeup didn't allow me to see what she actually looked liked. But I can see a very painful expression on her face. That young face was troubled, may be important questions like "what this sun is doing my skin", "will I lose a couple of kilos from this 100meters walk" "pollutions cannot be good for my hair" were going through her mind.
As my rickshaw crossed her, she got into yet another pothole of the road, the fact that this particular pothole was much smaller in size than most and just fitted her shoes heel didn't help her much. Last I saw her she was bending down trying to free her shoe from that hole, cursing, with her trouser and top now refusing to hold her fat anymore and burst, I don't know why, I remembered my dog smiling at me from her sand bed.