The shop was abuzz with women thronging the place like bees collecting nectar. As I stood in the corner, I could not help but notice the excitement on their faces whenever they tried on a new dress.
They adorned themselves in exquisite clothes and then bought the ones they loved. I felt a tinge of envy whenever I saw them.
I wore clothes based on the whims and fancies of someone else. How I wished to wear what took my fancy!
But, I had a secret. Every night when the dusk fell and the shop was closed for the day, I would come alive and saunter in the shop slowly gazing through all those pretty dresses and trying on the ones that I loved. At that moment I could be ‘me’.
Who would have known, I also had dreams.
After all I was just a mannequin.