When I saw her first, she kept me guessing. Once upon a time she probably was a muse to one of the sculptors of the Khajuraho era. Or was she the Lolita who can tempt the devil out of some? I kept guessing...
As and when the days passed, I discovered more about this one. Her colorful earrings could draw your eyes from across the floor, her hair - long and shiny - her curls all about her face... her eyes told a different story every time... her gait, that of a lost child or probably that of a rebel looking for a cause.... I kept guessing.
The situation then was that she was my superior. We would attend sessions together. I was there to learn, she was there... well, probably just there to laugh at foolish replies by lesser mortals. She was, and still is, called the "superstar" ! Well, blatant praises like that can royally pump up a person's ego, I'd say ! For her, it was just some unnecessary embarrassment ! I kept guessing....
When we started working together eventually, things started to look different. No. Things started to look DIFFERENT !!!
She is crazy personified. She can kill with words, her sweet, seemingly harmless amaranthine smile softening the blow ever so slightly... that you will be dead and not know! It doesn't take much to irritate the hell outta her... and you will probably have to bring the Edens down on earth to please her... She excels every time she puts in any effort... talk about shopping and you can so easily spot the twinkle in her eyes... and you will constantly have to come up with reasons to hold her attention for more than 30 seconds...
So, when Her Highness walks the floors, the lesser mortals move aside... with drama in every move she will glide by you... and leave you guessing whether that smile that just froze you was that of the lost little child-woman or the temptress who preyed so well.... I keep guessing.
As and when the days passed, I discovered more about this one. Her colorful earrings could draw your eyes from across the floor, her hair - long and shiny - her curls all about her face... her eyes told a different story every time... her gait, that of a lost child or probably that of a rebel looking for a cause.... I kept guessing.
The situation then was that she was my superior. We would attend sessions together. I was there to learn, she was there... well, probably just there to laugh at foolish replies by lesser mortals. She was, and still is, called the "superstar" ! Well, blatant praises like that can royally pump up a person's ego, I'd say ! For her, it was just some unnecessary embarrassment ! I kept guessing....
When we started working together eventually, things started to look different. No. Things started to look DIFFERENT !!!
She is crazy personified. She can kill with words, her sweet, seemingly harmless amaranthine smile softening the blow ever so slightly... that you will be dead and not know! It doesn't take much to irritate the hell outta her... and you will probably have to bring the Edens down on earth to please her... She excels every time she puts in any effort... talk about shopping and you can so easily spot the twinkle in her eyes... and you will constantly have to come up with reasons to hold her attention for more than 30 seconds...
So, when Her Highness walks the floors, the lesser mortals move aside... with drama in every move she will glide by you... and leave you guessing whether that smile that just froze you was that of the lost little child-woman or the temptress who preyed so well.... I keep guessing.
No comments:
Post a Comment