Its been almost a year since she had put pen to paper. After a dull breakfast of cereals, she sat wondering.
Suddenly, last evening’s conversation dawned on her. Her father was speaking of her cousin who is preparing for an US study endeavour. Unmindful, she heard the whole information series. Scarcely did she listen. The word “NEGRO” caught her ear. Yes, her father seemed it to be a suitable word to describe an African girl. Reminiscence of an old incident flashed back. Few months ago, her mother exclaimed of a girl with an uncalled for behaviour. The girl was apparently enjoying a cigarette on a sultry evening.
The old yellow, green, red labels from her school days were back. This time, they were a more hard-hitting reality.
She knew what to write about.
