Their words pierced through, stood taut at her door, threatening like on a knife-thrower's board. Short hair, short pants, but only an unboy who must not pore into thick books and windows that open to the world. Papa must fence unboys unless boy follows her name, pays her bills, draws her fence; her purse deserves no credit. Knock off the alphabet she prides; where is he with more, who can sanction her movement, filter her pages, censor her wardrobe, bestow on her, honor. Missing. Unboy must be loose, her papa must be incapable if around her neck isn't a noose. Is it the problem that must not be named? She is not healthy enough to change her name? Her scrolls curse her to manlessness? Pity her life; her schooling is wasted rupees. i see why father looked morose. Their gaze heavy, words acidic, drooped father's under-eyes. He stared at the floor as his scrawny neck pushed out thin words. Their morals pierced his closed eye lids while taunts hung over his wooded house in a gray cloud. The doorbell sounded everyday ominous - like a deep cry. Pungent words greased her walls. They forgot their feelings when they said bye - it hung in the air, like toxic vapour. Mumma had always said: "Beware of bad words for they travel faster than good words. Hatred knocks more doors than love can manage." They announce: she must be loose for her virtual wall stands difiled with rainbow words and photos with boys who stick to her waist, scarring her body and her grandfather's name. Disgrace. Computers and books of impure lands ravish our daughters. Unboy's tears dried on the kitchen floor. Father, for whom she would exchange treasures and breath, was slipping, tripping - it was her deed; her dreams books weighed down his shoulders, ideals killed him slow. The architect of the life that fed him sips of wordy poison, impulse attacked her like an unanticipated torrent; In a nod, a quick sentence, dreams were reversed. Her sins forgiven, she was given away in a red outfit, glitter, and a massive white car. Normalcy was bestowed on unboy. Unboy endures, hides herself. some days when her dreams leak through secret words into the leather diary hidden behind rows of copper vessels, kitchen walls catch her crying under the old sink and he who follows her name opens the house door.