Smiles … smiles all around… her attire match her mood her image says she’s arrived… she amuses herself with the chitter -chatters around… long grown traces flow as she moves… she touches them… strand by strand… winds and unwinds around her fingers… while she sips the delicious Portuguese country wine with all due admiration… in the crowd… giggling, cherishing the food and wine… loving and being loved…. All eyes of admiration surround her…
the jaipuri zigzag of her wrapped around umbrella skirt makes a catchy, twirling image every time she turns and hops her way through all all… or even walk a few steps… yet her aloofness is as exquisite as her yello silk body hugging top … content yet enuring, enhancing every beautiful curv of her….
She traces the eyes following her moves….. admiring her inch by inch in the dimness of the yellow mood lights….
She wouldn’t talk much… and so remains unapproachable ….. the discussion somehow pulled her from her aloofness as they started talking about the design of food and desiogn of interiors… she obliged everyone with her remarks…the conversation became more academic than romantic with her remarks… and yet again as she concludes all would try forcing it to another tangent… distant from her… thinking that romance is not quite her area of indulgence… the discussion reaches to mood lights… most in mood… ummhs and aahs… replaces the usual murmur and all ears turn to her…. What would she say….
She who spells single hood with her existence… and define it strongly…eh the single…
“U don’t need lights to be in the mood” she giggles her way out…and all admirations follow… one pair of eyes follow her for an answer..
“Romantic comment”… “I am impressed” a man in his 60ies appraises her
Smiles flash as she turns to him…
“So, what is this pretty romantic girl doing here, on this lovely evening… where she indulges in academic conversations and avoid the funny ones… when she could well be with her mate in wildest mood”
She is amazed he is presumingly the wisest person in the whole gathering… did he read something in her eyes… does he know something already… she just flashes a smile
“M proving my metal… besides I don’t have a mate as yet”
“Don’t tell me u don’t have a boyfriend… or even a girlfriend…”
“I am single and straight” she smiles
“I can’t believe this … how a person like you could be single”
“At her will”
“Oh! So you mate at will”
“I haven’t mated yet… haven’t found anyone yet”
“Miss free willed please don’t take me wrong…. But I am puzzled”
She excuses herself from the provocations and gets refuse in a corner .
The man still puzzled he had never seen a woman so graceful, learned, and tasteful, full of life and wit … in her late twenties. Luring numerous at the wimp of her hair… bee-ed and buzzed at every turn of her pretty head… and yet she remains single… and unmated… the lady seemed to be a riddle…
Remote from the buzzing crowd she eases herself in to a lovely couch and ponders over the conversation… she could see him figuring where she sits and approaching her fast. Am I so interguing? She question herself … anything wrong with me?
He stood in front of her … there isn’t any escape
Forgive me lady for chasing you like this… but my question remains… though I don’t believe what you told me earlier but still… if I believe u completely I have this question… if all that is true… what does this lady do when she feels sexy?
The words reach her as warm candle wax… the question she never faced and wasn’t prepared to face…
Needless to say you are sexy all the time but I am talking of those moments when you yourself feel sensuous… what do you do at such moments?
She laughs aloud at the nothingness of this question… terminating it in to a beautiful chuckled dimple says with the smile… ‘I do nothing” … she looks straight in to those amazed wide eyes gaging her reply and repeats “I do nothing”…