As I watch her, I remember the song by Barbra Streisand, 'Woman in Love.' She is draped in a beautiful black burka, her eyes standing out like moons in a night sky. Her fingers reach for her cellphone; she is checking the time. You can tell, she is waiting for time to go by. As she nears her destination, her fingers reach out for a mirror in her purse. She checks her make-up. Little hands dab sweet-smelling cream onto her flawless skin. Then, she uses kohl, and a tint of red on her lips. Once she is done, she pulls out a tiny bottle of Ponds Dream flower Talc and dabs it on her skin. The little pink bottle goes back into her purse.
She checks in the mirror, once again. Then, she repeats the ritual. Completing it with a dab of the same flower talc. And, then once again.
Three times in a row. Before she pulls out black lace gloves, torn slightly, and slips them on. My eyes lose her, and then she is gone. The lady in black, the woman in love.
[30X30 is a series of 30 unrelated posts in 30 days by Gayatri Makhijani and Anuj Gosalia. One post everyday, for the next 30 days. Follow the string here]
Comments (6)
Women in love ?
Why not a job interview ? People have to look their best.
I like how you think the best of people. It's romantic. Lovely story.
I think I might have already said this before, but the way you write (especially the way you write love) is so poetic, it's beautiful.
That was nice.
@ElusiveSoul - I wouldn't mind if you said it again, and again:) Thank you so much.
@prabu - Because you can see it her eyes, jobs aren't as important after all.