"A" for "Apathy"

The junction was busy; it was peak time, and most commuters were on their way to work. In the middle of the junction stood a lamppost—fancy and shorter than usual, with a Victorian lampshade. No one seemed to notice as a woman walked toward it. She approached at a fatigued pace, her eyes vacant, and her long dupatta flowing in the wind. When she reached the lamppost, she took off her dupatta and swung it around the post. It took her three attempts to form a noose. A few passersby noticed her and gathered around, while most ignored the scene and continued on their way, preoccupied with their busy schedules. The onlookers pulled out their phones to record the unfolding drama; after all, drama means views. Oblivious to her surroundings, she tightened the noose around her throat, as if no one else existed. Slowly but steadily, she pulled on the end of the dupatta. Her body began to rise, her eyes bulging and bloodshot, with her tongue hanging from the corner of her mouth. The sounds of camera shutters clicked from every angle. More people gathered, more cameras appeared, and more pictures and live streams captured the tragic scene. A life- gone.

This post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026