She entered the washroom and suddenly stopped in her track. Shrieking with fear, she almost turned around to get out. A stray woman in jeans and tees was staring at her in the mirror. Unkempt & dishevelled hair, sunken cheeks, porcelain skin turned ashen, dry and anaemic. The moss of her hollow eyes looked like a flaccid leaf anxiously sticking on in the hope of a drop of chlorophyll to survive. Lips that were honeyed and luscious once, were now looking dry and chapped. She looked tired and sick, haunted and ghostly.
