“Can you pin this?”, she looks at him. One hand holds her sari; the pin clutched in her mouth. “It’s so difficult”, he says. You know I have thick fingers. You always ask me to do this.”
“That’s cause I never get it right”, she answers. “Do it, will you please! We’re already late.”
He pins her sari with all the finesse he can muster. She smoothens it and takes a final look in the mirror, her eyes looking back at where he lay. She always does that when she’s ready.
“How do I look?”, she asks, fluttering those long eyelashes.
She’s been putting on her make up for half an hour now. Her face is smooth, with all the foundation and concealer she’s blended in. Her already high cheekbones, highlighted with blush on. Kohl lined eyes- shadowed and mascaraed.Her full lips seem more luscious with gloss . She’s wearing a heavy sari, a deep magenta in colour . A beautiful necklace adorns her long, graceful neck.
He imagines her face scrubbed clean, her hair falling over her shoulders as they catch the light from the lamp, and how she’d look when she’s changed into her night dress, when they get back from the party.
“Why don’t we forget this party and stay home,” he smiles mischievously.
“You always say that”, she complains.” The same answer, whenever I ask you, how do I look. Can’t you just say something once in a while?” She seems exasperated. “You know it’s important for me to know your opinion.”
He merely smiles!
She’s a little upset. “Why do I take the pains to get ready? Let’s go now, we’re already late. You’ll never understand!”
Reluctantly, he leaves the bed.
She’ll never understand!
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