‘Why do Men hate makeup so much?’ she grumbled aloud as she looked around for her Kohl Pencil.
‘You don’t look the same!’ She stuck her tongue out at herself in the mirror.
‘You look so different! She wiggled her shoulders.
‘Makeup makes you look made up!’ she exhaled, sitting down in front of the dressing table.
‘Arre, who applies all this makeup to look just the same?!’ she faced herself in the mirror. The soft light of the golden hour lit up her face. As she took in her reflection a slow smile began blossoming on her lips.
The almost invisible foundation covered her face like a whisper, giving her skin a flawless finish. She picked up her Kohl stick and rimmed her eyes with practiced hands. The smoky darkness of the kohl brought out the caramel of her eyes. She darkened her eyebrows to form perfect arches that framed those limpid pools. Her most favorite red lipstick the world filled in her cupid bow mouth.
The necklace fastened around her slim neck twinkled like a starry night. Fastening the chandelier earrings on her ear lobes, she loosened her hair around her face, and it fell around her shoulders in soft waves. She couldn’t stop looking at herself.
She loved herself. She loved how beautiful makeup made her feel. What did men know? She blushed and let a giggle slip as a spray of perfume added the final touch.
‘Suresh! Arre, Suresh! Where the fuck are you, you bastard?’ The reverie was broken as her boss, Mohan, walked into the room.
‘There he is! Fucker once again imagining he is the bride!’ Mohan laughed crudely.
‘Get up, ‘madam’! The wedding party won’t wait for a Chakka to finish getting dressed. Go do your job and get a handsome amount out of this family. You are my best-looking Hijra after all!’
Mohan’s laughter echoed down the hallway as he walked away.
- Chakka and Hijra are crude slangs for a Transgender Person
This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon.
My theme for the same is Navras – The Nine Emotions of Life. I will be writing Fiction for this theme.
This story is written for Shringara which means Love/Beauty.
Read my story for Karuna here
Read my story for Hasya here
Read my story for Bibhatsa here
Read my story for Adbhut here
Read my story for Bhayanaka here
This blog post is part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla