A few days ago when I had been to the Mariplex Mall, Kalyani Nagar, Pune, I was sitting in MacD, eating my mac aloo tikki and spilling the sauce in the coke-float which was just below. On the table besides me was this small group of four girls, having a good time spilling the sauce from their burgers. One of those girls was wearing this beautiful green top. Now-a-days I am getting fond of green colour, don’t know why. Well, about the girl now. She was a bit… umm... overweight. But her clothing very well seemed to have made her look of some pounds lesser. Going by her face and physical characteristics she might be at least 3-4 years elder to me. And most probably I guess she must be having her marriage soon. Why do 
I think so? Actually she was having mehendi on her hands. And that is why she is being mentioned over here. I have seen so many hands which have been sketch-boards for mehendi artists. But none of those has been so delightfully beautiful. The mehendi had got the perfect colour and it seemed just even more perfect on her lovingly smooth and glowing hand. She looked so much more feminine wearing the mehendi. I was having the urge to compliment her about it, but couldn’t gather the courage. Actually the thing is, in India, it is very unfortunate, that people don’t usually praise good or beautiful things. And if someone does praise, he get some of the most weird and awkward looks, that too if he is lucky enough not being slapped across his face. While on my way back home on my bike, coincidentally I had this mehendi girl riding by my side for some distance continuously. We were side by side at a signal. Then I decided I would compliment her on the next signal. But it was not to be. The next signal was green and we parted ways there. No matter we didn’t speak a word but the conversation that I had with her mehendi will not fade any time soon. And if she does have her marriage any time soon I wish it to be just as beautiful and vibrant as her mehendi…
I had been to the ICAI’s National Diamond Jubilee IT Conference, hosted by ICAI’s Pimpri-Chinchwad Branch at Balewadi. The conference was for two consecutive days. On both these days there was this female (a new friend of mine has this knack of calling a girl or a lady as ‘female’, quite amusing at times)… well this female… I am confused should I describe her as a girl or as a madam. In most probability she is a chartered accountant. But she didn’t look of her age. She was so cute, 
lovely, curious like a child… don’t know curious about what, but it did make her look even more prettier. Our eyes met quite a few times quietly as if our looks were embracing each other. Her curious eyes were breathtakingly mysterious. Such that you just go on drowning into them trying to analyse what is it? - Curious charm or charming curiosity.
Well she was lovely on the first day but not lovely enough to be mentioned here. She was in formal clothing with a green-white stripes shirt. Quite cool but didn’t bring out her beauty well. On the second day she looked so much deep and desirable in the chocolate coloured punjabi that she wore that I was mesmerised and completely engrossed into her. She was there only in the morning and I couldn’t see her for the rest of the day. But in the name of her beauty I gave myself a treat of a huge dairy milk later in the day. And I am so happy that every time for the rest of my life whenever I would be having chocolate I would be reminded of her, her beauty and her curious charm.
