Girls will be girls

One of my good friends was in town last week. Amongst the many things we did, we visited this huge store. My friend wanted to buy imitation jewellery for his wife. My mom suggested this shop, which as per her had a better collection and at lower prices than its competitors.

So, off we went! Ohh myy…behold!! The store was a girls dream in the literal sense. It housed everything from small hair clips to beauty products to small fitness equipments. I was spellbound. I could just stare at a thousand varieties of rings and earrings and necklaces and bangles that dazzled in the well-lit store. Apart from jewellery, there were countless branded beauty products. There were products to make you fair and products to give you a tan. There were products to make you oily (the ones for dry skin) and ones to make the oil vanish. There were things to color your hair and things to make the colors go away. There were items to make you look younger and make your skin glow. Lotions, creams, gels, powders, etc, etc and .. only God knows what else…it all came across as witchcraft to me.

I just joked about this to the store owner “ Agar ladkiyon ne makeup karna chod diya to bahut saari companies band ho jayengi.”

The shopkeeper, a balding middle-aged gentleman, replied back in a serious tone “Ladkiyan mar sakti hai, magar sajna savarna band nahi kar sakti.”

I just smiled.

How true!!!

Moments

He flipped the page of his novel and at the same time utilized the free moment to scan the other seats in the coffee parlor. Most of them were still empty, since it was too early in the afternoon to have coffee. He was always here at this time every Saturday, to enjoy the space and silence. And of course the superb black coffee too!
The moment lingered for a little longer than usual as he sipped his coffee and let the refreshing taste please his taste buds. Then he was back to his book. The book was the latest work of his favorite author and it was nearing the climax. Within a few minutes, it was time to turn the page again. This time, since the story was at its thrilling best, he decided to compress the free moment. He flipped the page with one hand, grabbed the coffee mug with his other hand and threw a quick glance at the other seats. This is when the moment froze…
She wasn’t less than a Goddess. Long jet-black straight hair, twinkling mischievous brown eyes, luscious rosy lips… the effect was dizzying. Her face was beautiful. No! Beautiful was too ordinary a word to define her facial features, which were sharp and sculpted with great care by the Almighty himself. She was looking stunning in a black embroidered salwaar kameez. The matching stunning high-heeled sandals also did their part in the whole image. She c across to him as a representation of beauty and grace and much more which couldn’t be put into words.
He tried to take his eyes off her, but they refused to obey. He wanted to speak to her, know her, understand her and worship her. He wanted to love her and wanted her to love him back. He had decided all this in a single moment. A Single Moment!
The very next moment the dream was shattered. A guy with long hair and bulging biceps with two cups of coffee in his hands made his way to her table and sat across her, smiling at her. She smiled back at him.
He returned to his book and his coffee…

Life is made up of many such moments, some good and some bad…. So sit back and enjoy the journey… also enjoy your books and your drinks.