An enigma called Mallu

She breezed into this place ...seems like years ago. But now refuses to go.

Sometimes happy sometimes melancholic, at times super spiritual.. Then outright funny.

Straight but blunt, a modern day robinhood.
She robs the rich..and generously distributes them to the poor..writers.
She fights for the rights of the poor and helpless folk on WB.

Much loved, much hated somehow tolerated.
She keeps saying she's going but then keeps hanging on.

She looks like aged shahrukh, thinks like a kid, grimaces like johnny lever..acts like a young teen..
She simply refuses to go.

She thought she saved enough for a rainy day..only to watch it disappear one sunny day.
They thought now she'd finally leave.
Still she hangs on. Fights tooth and nail.
Folk call her names.
She calls them kanjoos makhichoos.

Some call her enigma. A mystery.
Others think she's enema.
Flushes out intellectually constipated personalities.
To a few, she's an enemy. A friendly one
A necessary evil.

They grow wilder.
Many pitted against one lone woman.
Mallu.

Somehow she subsists on her meagre savings.
And also on God's and S.S' grace.