My House In the West

In the part tonight all the eminent guests arrived with their best apparels on, full of illimitable mirth. The assembly hall danced with the fragrances of the deodorant; cheer lightening their faces, smiles lessening their age and every new entrant being treated warmly with a glass of beer. The ladies, burdened by the sparkling ornaments, smiled with serene indifference. Creams moistened their dry face, powder cloaked their bleakness, lipsticks glossed over their lips and I watched them all with flaunting dependence. Before the party could enliven, there arrived a weird guest with rugged palid face, his clothes torn through which his emaciated body peeped, depicting his uncommon penury. Barefooted he was with his soul on fire but how admirable his green eyes were! Every black eye scanned his features and followed me, scoffing at me, demanding the exegesis ......those untrained eyes!! I discovered discoloring faces, suffusing sullness, questioning wrinkles.... Impertinent remarks echoed and crannies appeared on the walls. He said placidly, "Sirs, even I've got the invitation card!" And I saw all the candles decorated on the banquet-table pinching out one-by-one except one which burnt- in profoundity of the darkness. And then I realised I had no explanation. And I was proud of my house, my house in the west with its facade facing east.