The Bride.
So here I am at 7:45pm. Travelling by Shatabdi yet again. This train is going from bad to worse. Torn curtains, cracked and dirty windows, broken foot rests, dirty toilets and even the quality of food is going down. Where is my freaking soup and bread sticks? Damn that Laloo!
Well that is not why I am writing this so let me get to the point.
I am intrigued. There’s this female sitting diagonally to me. Around three rows to my right.
Newly married with bangles, sindoor, bindi, a foot long mangalsutra, make up and stuff which proclaims look at me I am freshly (can this be used?) married. All that was missing was a neon sign on her blinking "I'm married FINALLY". Total behenji. North Delhi-Subzi Mandi-Govindpuri stuff. Around 28 to 32. Which is rather late if you are not a professional.
What amazes me is that I can’t make out if she’s amazingly good looking or rather plain to look at.
She has all the desi criteria for a fresh bride. Fair, reasonably tall, slim. Perfect lips, glossed and lined. Heavy duty eyeliner on the eyes, top and bottom.
Now her eyes are something else. They are either bewitching or extremely cold. Cold enough to see a person die without flinching at all.
There is this plump guy sitting next to her, around late thirties-early forties, who seems extremely bored. A bored person sitting next to a reasonably attractive woman can only be her husband. Or maybe a relative. Or maybe gay.
But now what puzzles me that since the start of journey, a good 5 hours back they have not talked at all. Which also points towards the fact that I am observing her a bit too closely.
Coming back to the eyes. They are black, round (what else they could be) and like two black stones.
When I say stones what I mean to denote is not only the lack of emotions but also the absence of any personality per se. She could be a humanoid, an android, a troubled soul. Or mentally deranged.
She intimidates me at some level I confess. Not the type of person you would want to cross path with. Cunning, cold and could cut you to pieces if she so desired.
God! Why am I being so harsh to her? Is it because of my inability to communicate with her and discover what makes her tick?
Maybe.
Conclusion: (ITS, Ghaziabad. 11pm)
P.S.(1): That guy wasn't known to her and jumped one seat as soon as it got empty. Majorly intimidated. The only thing he didn't cross was his eyes. Kept on giving shy/sly glances every 15-20 minutes or so to her.
P.S.(2): She got off at Ghaziabad. So I rest my case & pat my back.
P.S.(3): I got bored eventually, couldn't care less once I had my dinner and was satiated.
P.S.(4): The Bride was the name of the first scene in Kill Bill and Black Mumba (Uma Thurman) was the bride.
Well that is not why I am writing this so let me get to the point.
I am intrigued. There’s this female sitting diagonally to me. Around three rows to my right.
Newly married with bangles, sindoor, bindi, a foot long mangalsutra, make up and stuff which proclaims look at me I am freshly (can this be used?) married. All that was missing was a neon sign on her blinking "I'm married FINALLY". Total behenji. North Delhi-Subzi Mandi-Govindpuri stuff. Around 28 to 32. Which is rather late if you are not a professional.
What amazes me is that I can’t make out if she’s amazingly good looking or rather plain to look at.
She has all the desi criteria for a fresh bride. Fair, reasonably tall, slim. Perfect lips, glossed and lined. Heavy duty eyeliner on the eyes, top and bottom.
Now her eyes are something else. They are either bewitching or extremely cold. Cold enough to see a person die without flinching at all.
There is this plump guy sitting next to her, around late thirties-early forties, who seems extremely bored. A bored person sitting next to a reasonably attractive woman can only be her husband. Or maybe a relative. Or maybe gay.
But now what puzzles me that since the start of journey, a good 5 hours back they have not talked at all. Which also points towards the fact that I am observing her a bit too closely.
Coming back to the eyes. They are black, round (what else they could be) and like two black stones.
When I say stones what I mean to denote is not only the lack of emotions but also the absence of any personality per se. She could be a humanoid, an android, a troubled soul. Or mentally deranged.
She intimidates me at some level I confess. Not the type of person you would want to cross path with. Cunning, cold and could cut you to pieces if she so desired.
God! Why am I being so harsh to her? Is it because of my inability to communicate with her and discover what makes her tick?
Maybe.
Conclusion: (ITS, Ghaziabad. 11pm)
P.S.(1): That guy wasn't known to her and jumped one seat as soon as it got empty. Majorly intimidated. The only thing he didn't cross was his eyes. Kept on giving shy/sly glances every 15-20 minutes or so to her.
P.S.(2): She got off at Ghaziabad. So I rest my case & pat my back.
P.S.(3): I got bored eventually, couldn't care less once I had my dinner and was satiated.
P.S.(4): The Bride was the name of the first scene in Kill Bill and Black Mumba (Uma Thurman) was the bride.
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