Showing posts with label girl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label girl. Show all posts

Friday, 23 May 2014

The girl whom I call Goddess...

There are few people whom you meet; they smile, they talk and they stay in your life. Even though they have no commitments with you, still they mean to you a lot. This sentence maybe ironic, but one such girl contributed for the irony. 
She was a stranger to me. But you never know when a stranger might be an acquaintance to you. Those big round eyes, a bold pointed nose, with an expecting "please" kind of look, the snood supporting the wavy yet straight hair, those emollient textured chubby cheeks with sometimes a baby chin, a beautiful girl named ASHI, filled a space on my contact list. Being on my contact list is a big deal; my goldbrick behavior even stops me from putting on the indicator while taking a turn or switching on the head lights, still I had ruled my head and ordered my thumb to save her contact on my phone. Coming back to the description, the girl was an unusual one. She looked pretty, but pretty was a mundane word to describe her. Though people thought her to be "miss plastic", but that was a biggest mistake any person could face regarding her. Her altruism was adorable and she always followed a textbook rule of staying up late night to pacify the broken heart or to nullify the dilemma in any of her friends brain. This isn't just a hypothetical exaggerated metaphor, but a personal experience (writer of this blog--myself).
Few people may lose the interest in reading now, as the somatic acknowledgement has shifted to personality and attitude appreciation. Respect is what makes you say 'somatic' instead of physical. I had a different kind of reverence regarding Ashi. She was not a person to stalk for her beauty, on the contrary she was the one to admire for her beauty. Her smile can make someone smile; her esoteric, cunning, witty and innocence with a hope, can make anyone say a YES! She was the girl to honor for neither keeping a bad past nor carrying an aggressive attitude in the present state. Though this confidence can fail for any girl, this is a law of nature, and any guy trying to defame and overrule this may face a bad situation. (Mentioned it to be on a safer side. I love myself a lot)
"Smile while you still have teeth", is a beautiful adage with a subtle meaning, this sweet mademoiselle had reframed it, "Smile while you can still take a selfie". Selfie is usually a 'best shot' for a well planned time for a well decided location, this is what I know, and I was confident about it; this chick had a chic, and for her selfie was a 'first shot' at any random time with any random expression, creating a location, where the pic is clicked.
By those random expressions I simply mean simile with the smart phone emoticons. At least not turning into a innocent boy, or a Cupid, but the halo was completely visible (whatsapp emoticons). The basic ones were seen almost daily, sticking out the tongue, a big pout, a experimental blush, amongst  the selfie.
"Writing has a therapeutic effect, it either kill off love or wins the heart of the lover". One guy, maybe not a writer of pen and paper, but someone writing his life had won Ashi's heart. This clearly tells that this guy--writing his life--can never be a lunatic like me, but a better version of a normal human being, a package of hotness smartness (as described by her). Better version of a normal human being is a rudimentary word, even superlatives such as Stephan Hawkins or William Shakespeare become  abecedarian in front of a lady, especially when the lady is beautiful. But a good lover always looks for a human being, and not a superlative stark action figure. And that is what this girl did. The head over heels situation, for her was completely justified and I guess the entire zoo ran into her stomach when he held her hand or kissed her forehead...
To end it, one thing which is worth saying, there are few things sweeter than 70% Cocoa Lindt, intoxicating than Wormwood Absinthe--AJ.

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

The UnsaFe WOrlD

It was the last drop of water that rolled over Eve's cheek. She stepped out of the bath, hung her moist turkish on the nail protruding out from the paint-scraped wall. Eve's room had a churlish look. Walking three and a half steps, she reached her bathrobe. There were sweet moisture drops on her entire body for she had bathed with steaming water. The cool atmosphere in her room gave a cooling feel to her entire body. The moisture drops and the sweet aroma of Eve's body filled the room. She was in a trembling state, the sultry balmy schweiss on her body had frozen. In no time she grabbed herself a cushion covered chair, made a seat onto it. She held the robe tight on her body, covered her palms under her thighs. Eve had a busy day ahead. A feminine brain always masks itself with an emollient before stepping out. Sensing a tough day, the makeup session lasted for a  while. Eve's room carried a rustic look, but her wardrobe was filled with all shades and patterns. After fifty seven minutes and thirty three seconds, Eve stepped out of her house. The scorching sun and the suspended dusty air made Eve conscious about her makeup. She opened her umbrella and covered her face with a stole. After having walked for few minutes, she felt someone following her. She increased her step rate. Nails firmly digging into the straps of back pack, nose down, her eyes cornered to see every possible view behind - who was following her, what was he having, how was he looking, all the possible whats and whos, hows and whys questioned her mind. The situation was a harbinger to infer what the latter part could be. Eve walked fast to make aloof the situation. She walked all the possible defiles she knew, every narrow lane, but every step she planted discovered a new root for her. Her pace increased, thoughts flooded her mind.  The sweat drops slowly stained the makeup she had applied. Almost a second away from the running step, she felt a hand grab her bag, and then the same hand grabbed her shoulder. The rapacious lizard had caught the beetle. Eve was on the floor. She had a capricious mind then. The scene in front of her eyes turned black; the tobacco was the last thing she could smell from rapid breath of the culprit. It was an incorrigible act. Eve then turned taciturn.

"DON'T TEACH ME WHAT TO WEAR, TEACH YOUR SON NOT TO RAPE"
These slogans, banners are displayed everyday in every corner of the world. Did Eve have an audacious sense of dressing or was the culprit full of temerity? The debate will continue... answers will be placed to become exculpatory...

"Enjoy life responsibly."