The Writer Me..

I stepped up the woodden turny ladders..ladders that I had to usually take once or twice a month..to get to the place where I get my hairs done..Mango ppl call it waxing n threading.. (Girls, pls dnt get too excited and Guys pls dnt lose heart.. cz m nt gonna talk about this 'girlish' thing.. I am just being Novelistic by describing the environ ;) pls continue..)

And even before I could step into the room, I saw a girl's eyes giving me 'looks'.. She too..probably was there fr the same reasn as I was.. then why those looks.. I was held perplexed in the umpteen emotions of her eyes.. the envy in them..envious cz of my physique (I am use to this phrase...oh! look @ her, she must be 5'8"..as if its a crime :/ ), or expression may be.. I saw a stroke of arrogance too.. that said, 'I am the best'..or may be she is admiring me..by observing me closely..capturing evry minute detail possible..and suddenly was escorted back to the room by the blowing sound of the hair dryer..along with the beautician's loud instructions to the same lady..to not to move her head unless she is done with her hair cut..Oh..I got my answer to why dose looks..she was merely keeping her head aligned and the eyes aligned in the flow..she was just another girl like others..

And I..I looked into my own eyes in the mirror n said..come on Gargi..again a story..around envy, arrogance, admiration..you are a writer, No doubt..
And I started looking around for..may be smthng or someone to frame story around..again.. ;)

Inspiration Courtesy : The lady with statued head n eyes..thanks for heading n eyeing me ;)