At this age, I shouldn’t be talking about girls. But what to do, I saw a complex assortment of girls, in the last few days; I simply couldn’t resist writing about them.
Yesterday when I was going to Adyar, I saw these two sexy, hot, muslim girls getting into the bus. One girl, was tall, wearing a salwar kameez, and she had rolled her duppattah over her head, as is the custam in Islam. The other girl was wearing a t-shirt, and a jean, and she rolled a shawl over her head. I couldn’t help noticing though; the t-shirt was sleeveless and too tight fitting for a girl endowed by nature. Anyways, the reason I am writing is not to talk about these girls. Just opposite, these two girls, sat few muslim women in burqah. One woman, hardly thirty, but probably married, and the responsibilities having aged her and making her look older, looked at these girls, and there was an instant smile in her face. As if she adored them. As if she was wishing all the happiness in the world for them. She kept staring at the girl, and her smile became beautiful. I have seen this often. Women -looking at young girls and feeling happy for them. Who says women are jealous?
This afternoon, when I went to the bus stand, in our office, I saw this girl – tiny, cute, and angelic, clad in white salwar kameez, trying to pull down the branch of a tree. Being a Sunday afternoon, there was nobody else in the bus stand. She was jumping up and down. I didn’t want to disturb her natural exuberance, so I went and sat such that my back faced to her. Ofcourse my presence had disturbed her. She stopped playing and just strolled. Anyways, when the bus came, we got into it. This being a lucky day, she sat in two seats in front of me. I saw her holding in her hand, a small bouquet she had made, with leaves and flowers she had collected from the tree. Oh! That’s why she was jumping up and down. The fact made her look beautiful in front of me, I don’t know why?
It doesn’t take much for a woman to look beautiful. She just has to be herself.
This evening, when I was coming back from a tea, I saw this girl, sitting on a motorbike, holding the handles, and moving it slightly little, as if she is going to kickstart the bike. She was a tiny girl, so I thought she probably was just playing around. But she sat like an experienced biker. I couldn’t help looking at her, wondering if she is going to ride, or she is going to get down. But she was just adjusting the bike, moving it a little to the road by her hands, by sitting on it. I noticed she hadn’t removed the side stand, and I called to her – stand. She looked at me and didn’t reply. I called to her and indicated the stand. She said – theriyum( I know). What could I say. She had no intention to ride at all. L.
And I saw this girl, walking opposite by me. She didn’t even look at me. Long ago we were friends. Now all she gives the impression is – All my friends bitch behind my back. And you don’t. You like me instead. So how can I be your friend?
I just need to nod right? I cannot be her friend, if that is her criteria. L
Funnily the two women I like in my life don’t talk to me because I like them. Funny isn’t it!!!
