The Good Samaritan

HI!
its 3 o clock in the morning and i have just woken up.I can't go to sleep as hard as i try.So after tossing and turning in my bed for the last 15 minutes i decided to write a story to keep the little grey cells busy.this is my first attempt at writing a story and that too on a computer.So forgive me if it doesn't hold upto ur standard.

She was a lonely figure,going up in the distance.You couldnot guess her age at the speed she walked.Her steps though short,followed each other in quick succession and created a sort of rhythmic noise-tip,tap,tip,tap.You could tell from the noise that she was wearing high heels and probably that was the reason for the soothing rhythmic noise,almost like a lullaby coming from the distance.She was not old,but niether was she in the young stages of her life when a girl is always compared to a rose.You could see a trace or two of lines coming on her face.It was as if she was loosing the battle of youth and vigour to the biggest enemy of all-age.But even from the distance you could tell she must have had created a flutter in her youth.Oh! how many hearts must have been torn asunder from merely a raised eyebrow.How many men would have promised to bring her the moon,how many would have died for her,would have given everything just to be near her.But you could see those years were past her.She was alone on the desolated part of the city and no one was accompanying her.You could see,nay ,almost hear her muttering to herself.
"Now i told you to hurry,to get home before dark but no!you had to stay.You had to have a taste of good life.You had to talk",was the low voice that came out of her mouth.You could see that she was in a foul and frightened mood and the talking to herself was just a way to keep herself from being too frigtened.
"you should know that ur age is past.You have grown old dear"She stops for a second and glances all around for a noise disrupts her hypnotic state.She steals a glance in all directions and seeing noone or nothing hastens forward.
"Earlier how many of those men would have escorted me to my home.How many would have been happy to walk beside me,to talk to me.But now no one seems to care.What is this world coming to."She stops for a second to get her bearings right.She can see that there are two ways forward.One is through the inhabited patch with mango groves on both sides.You can see a hint of fear cross her face as contemplates going through the stretch.The other is through a basti( a small village).You can see traces of loathing on her face.You can see it clearly that a battle between fear and hate is going on,as she stands there in the dim light of the moon,with not even a trace of electric lights around here.Oh here it is !the decision has been made.Fear has won a victory,she would go through the habited land.
"now u had to be late.See this is ur punishment."she mutters in a low voice as she ties a handkerchief to her mouth,"you have to go through a harijan basti".She gives out a shrill laugh.
"Imagine!never have you thought so in ur entire life.to go through basti.oh what would happen if u meet some wretched fellow.Gandhi ji was somebody different and moreever i am no gandhi.I would have to go and purify myself."
"what the world is coming to?"she had bought a home a bit farther from the city in an upcoming locality which had been an upcoming locality for the last 15 yrs.Apart from the early comers no new man had brought land there.It was abandoned like an unwanted child.It was thought to be unlucky and moreover it was surrounded by slums."why hasn't the god been fair to me."
You can stil hear the sounds made by her sandles.You could almost go to sleep hearing the sounds-the only sounds coming.Its an eerie sight,with half moon the only source of light and a lone women walking with soft sounds of tac tac coming on the semi solid surface that can be thought more of a dry drain than a road.
"ah ,thats the curve where the main road meets" a sigh!
"5 minutes and u r home baby"you can see faint traces of a smile coming on her face as she takes out the handkerchief tied across her face.
"WHO'S home baby!"comes a loud voice.
She is frozen in her tracks and tries to see in the direction from which the voice came.
"You didn't answer my question?"Oh yes she can see them.There are two guys in the shadow of the tree, their shadows mingling with the tree as if saying that they were as permanent as the tree there.
"they must be harijans.thats why they talk that way.oh what shall i do",you can see the the old play of fear and loathing on her face but it is the loathing that seems to be winning this time.Her face is becoming disfigured as hate wells up inside her.
"shall i run?but i can't outrun the two.What shall i do ?Oh god why did you create the shudras?Yes that is what they were.No matter what Gandhi ji called them"
She watches as the two men come closer.Fear has no place on her face,just loathing,an intense hateful feeling that forces the two men to stop there and look at her.
"Hey you no good charlatans,just be gone or you would be in jail",comes a new voice from the cuve of the road.All the three characters jump and watch as they see a well built man come into view.
"Didn't i tell you to run!you scumbags!",says the man gruffly.
The physique and the commanding voice of the man has effect on the two guys and they run away.
"now madame!can i walk u to ur home?"says the man."you shouldn't be out so late "
"thanks!"says the women as relief sweeps on her face.
"Those bastards!I am sure they were shudras.Tulsidaas had written correctly about them.They are fit to be beaten and nothing more",you could make out that hate still hadn't left her.It was what was keeping her going.
Hate is a wonderful instrument.No matter what the odds,no matter what the calling :a single emotion of hate tips all that.It channelises all your energies toward a common goal.It fills your head so much that not even one different thought can make an entry.YOu are nothing but hate,you have nothing but hate.The instrument and the means become one.Well i am diressing from the story.Here it goes...
"old times were right,when they were made to live outside a city.They should be turned out and banished from the city"Her voice had started quivering, and the words were coming out like a forceful hiss.
The stranger said nothing and kept walking beside her, listening to her rants.
Soon they came near to the gate where the colony started.The stranger now said"Here is the safety zone maa'm.You can go from here on your own."
"Oh !but i don't know anything about you.You should come to my house tomorrow for a cup of tea.I have been fortunate to meet someone like you.My only regret of today is that i will have to take bath bcoz of those two shudras.Even their sight makes one unclean"Says the women.

The stranger at this point becomes still and watches her with eyes full of curiosity,pity and sympathy.
"what!",asks the women.
"maa'm i have been listening to you for the past 15 minutes.Now would you be kind enough to listen to me for two!"
"sure!say whatever u have in ur mind!"
"Maa'm !Tulsidaas talked about 4 things that search for the stick.Animals,shudras,Dhol and last but not the least Women.Now being a women yourself how do you feel about that?"
"but..."
"Please maa'm,let me finish.Surely he may have been wrong, for can the gods best creation-a women-mother to all mankind,full of suffering,full of virtue,full of divinity can be subject to stick!"
"second. The class structure in the beginning was not so rigid.A man was classified according to the work he did.We have instances of Vishwamitra,a kshatriya becoming a rishi through his work.The hereditary and rigid cast structure was man's creation"
"Third.Shudras were thought to be created from gods feet according to the purus shukta hymn of rig veda.Now you tell me maam,even shudras are part of god.How can something created from the holy become unholy.A tree is known by the fruits it begets."
"Last but not the least!The two men you encountered on the curve belong to upper caste.They drink there and loot money from any person passing by.So you will not have to take bath for their account."
"However",said the man,turning away,not even a slight tremor in his voice,in the same flat pitched voice"you will have to take bath on my account.You see maa'm i am a shudra!"
Saying this he walked away,not even giving a glance backwards.