The beeping of alarm jolted her from deep sleep. With closed eyes, the search for a digital device occurred and snoozing brought a little peace. Another loud beeping started right after 10 minutes and there was no escape. Lazily stretched herself, she murmurs to put her brain into action. The monotony started. The day was of same routine with same procedures. The aroma of hot black coffee had not ignited her soul but a breaking news did! The world seemed to collapse. Without blinking her eyes, she managed a beaming face for a while and never knew how it came to an end. The words were echoing. Chirpy fancy words! But were not they toil? Ringing loud and loud, alarming everyone that the catastrophe has befallen. It reminded her of a phone call some twenty years back. The same feelings took deep roots and she broke down. Kneeling on the floor, she didn’t realise for how many hours she was on the floor, sobbing hysterically. This death is different than a physical one. Unmatched and all abstract! The death of dreams is always painful than a biological death. No one to mourn with! Her soul was like a paper twisted and tossed. For several hours, yes several hours, she was in state of bowing.. not surrendering but asking why? The day was so long that the sunshine of mid day turned like a bleak dark night. Suddenly the sky joined in her sobbing and cried for several hours. Never ending! Unstable soul, fabricated masked faces, muffled voices.. she failed to see each one.. no voice reached her. The night was like in grave. No tranquilliser put her to sleep. Never she wanted the dawn to appear, but irony of fate, it did! Same beeping of alarm, heavy head, swollen eyes.. she pushed herself and wore red! This Red lipstick is a mask she wants to wear. A new layer, which is not something she ever would want to wear but promised herself that she will now. A stone heart and soul is needed to a world with falsehood!