She was lying
at railway station with such a calm and composed stature. It seemed to me as if
the entire premise belonged to her. Resting her head on her right hand elbow
and looking at the dirty horizon from the floor level; she looked handsome and
beautiful. She must be sixty years young.
The faded pink
petticoat had worn out frills at the bottom that unevenly revealed her dusky and
wrinkled calves. The low neckline of her light green blouse and the random
unhooked buttons made her provocatively charming. Her tiny midriff lied
comfortably on the Kota Stone of that railway station. Her honey shaded eyes
inspected the profile of every entry. Her messy grey hair did not even reach
her delicate semi-nude shoulders.
The peace and
solace she exuded as she puffed her bidi could snatch away the
confidence of the world’s biggest druggist. She looked so calm and composed as
if she could not hear the endless buzz at the railway station. Or else, I
suppose she had organically grown out of that continuous turmoil which made her
tough and comfortable.
As you could
easily believe that the station was buzzing with people, luggage and noise;
this lady enjoyed her absolute space with not even a single person coming
within her 1m radius. I don’t understand about why she received such a vast
space when there was such a commotion. May be, her stark boldness and confidence
kept all at distance! Or may be, people conveniently assumed her to be a
prostitute at station!
Watching her
was an experience! I fell in love with those wrinkles which had draped her
entire body.
Being from
this male dominant planet, my eyes are not used to witness such a generous,
confident and comfortable female body show. That was the reason; I was just
magnetized by her majestic silhouette which very conveniently made me forget to
click her. I missed it. Or I should say, the rest of the world missed the sight
that I witnessed!
To me, she
looked super sexy, eccentric and magnificent!
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