A Cursed Beauty.... Krutika(name changed for privacy purposes)….was the name chimed through her lovely voice when she introduced herself as Client Relationship Exec. in a conference meeting. Quite rarely it happens when I get nervous in meetings, however I found myself blabbering a few stances while I was discussing our report. Dressed in a simple whte kurta and a plain yellow duptta, she looked as fresh as a dew drop on a red rose. Thanks to my sense of humor, everyone present in the room had the pleasure to witness her enchanting smile quite a few times. I hardly found any man in the room completely attending my report. Almost everyone was struggling to have a glimpse of her face and every/any part visible. She constantly revised her posture fully aware of the incoming glares but keeping calm. Meeting went successfully and we stepped out of the board room. Some of the gentlemen tried to hit a talk with her, which she gently put to closures. I marveled at her way of refusing which ws amazingly polite but strong at the same time. I left my work aside for the rest of day and kept thinking of her. Not her beauty, nor her body, not even her smile, but what a life such a stunning gal must have! I couldnt conclude... Thankfully, working on same project, I got a few opportunities to talk to her and soon we started having lunches or teas a few tmes in a month when she visited Mumbai. Not because I wanted to hit on her or had a crush on her, but becoz it made me actually curious this gorgeous gals life, as I felt a faint emptiness in eyes. It was a Friday I recollect. Krutika ws in a tapering jeans and a light blue short kurti. Not to mention she grabbed the attention of everyone in the cafeteria while walkng towards me. In my memory, I don’t remember any of her garments revealing enough to deserve those pathetic ogles. I brought tea for myself and her usual espresso. We started conversing on the day gone so far. To my pleasure, she was in a good mood which gave me as opportunity to ask her the question, which I blurted out hesitantly “How do you feel when Men look at you so......hungrily?”, I felt guilty as soon as those words left my mouth. Her face changed at a sudden velocity at the serious question. Not waiting for her answer, I apologized to have asked something so weird. To my surprise, she pretended smiling mechanically and shrugged her shoulder with a forgiving gesture and said “I m used to it!” maintaining that grin which I could make out that wasnt natural. I kept silent. She knew that I was genuinely curious. And also now we were comfortable enough to share our personal life with eachother. So She continued in her silent voice “I actually never get used to it, I feel lyk I am standing naked infrnt of these sick creatures”. I didn’t knw how to retaliate. I couldnt even look in her eyes at the moment. Her voice turned husky when she continued, “ Worse part is when thy dont just stare, but pass a comment so cheap and vulgar to even utter.” I knew she needs to stop coz I could see her eyes turning moist with every word she spoke, “Even Rakesh(her Boyfriend) is upset as he feels he doesnt deserve to have a beautiful girll like me in his lyf” she continued staring at the moisture dripping down on the window glass “Wats the use if I cant even use my so calld beauty to have his attention”. She couldnt continue further nor could I speak for a while….I wondered, what could such a beauty even mean when it happens to be the main/only reason for that emptiness or lonelyness even when you are crowded with people around you… I composed myself instantly, returning to my God gifted sense of humor which managed to bring a weak smile on her dazzling face, promising myself never to bring out tht topic ever again…Yes, that day, unfortunately, I had witnessed a beauty……a cursed beauty...
Posted on: Sat, 08 Mar 2014 02:30:49 +0000
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