Tag: beauty

“That douchebag should rot in eternal purgatory, having being denied salvation as well as damnation”, grunted Chazelle quite audibly.
A few spectators glanced her way, but her au-natural ensemble was quite off-putting for them and they soon turned away. And when I say ‘au-natural’ I mean a disgruntled looking young girl in her late twenties, wearing a graphic-tee with ketchup stains as the artist and denim hot pants that rendered no help to her bulbous thighs. With brunette coloured hair tied up in a messy bun, that hadn’t been let open in the past week and her SpongeBob SquarePants’ slippers, Chazelle stood outside the English professor, Mr. Eric Dobrik’s office, cursing the not-so-innocent professor. It was difficult for her to vent her anger by stamping her feet as the clearly unsteady pile of fragile worm-eaten book made her arms want to give in to gravity and let it go……let it go……can’t hold it back anymore…..

Anyways, she managed to mute her whining and headed towards the college library, walking like a penguin. She had safely made it to the stairs leading to the library when that small little book that had till then been so amazing helpful, decided that it was time it met with its long lost friend-the ground, and not only that it sprang and danced all its way to the bottom of the staircase, where it landed with a thump, which also seemed to signify the last leaf of Chazelle’s exhausted soul. Unable to save all her crew members the captain moved on, found a vacant table by the corner and let lose all her luggage aka the bundle of books.
Giving herself the luxury to catch her breath, she sank into the chair and momentarily shut her eyes, only to find a the red book in front of her, accompanied by some voice, “Ah…hey! You dropped this on the stairs.” Being the half dead zombie that she is she mouthed off a spiteful “thank-you” and yanked the book from the hand which held it.
And this was Chris’, short for Christopher aka the owner of the hand out of which the book was so mercilessly snatched, life-changing moment. He found a set of gleaming adorable brown eyes with a hint of sunshine golden, with uneven long black eyelashes stare back at him surrounded by a highly-pigmented, tired face. Time froze, and the eyelid which moved in slow motion took the breath out of him. The slight enigmatic and suspicious eyes hynotised him and he stared back with utmost shamelessness and complete lack of civility.
Lost in the enchanting brown woods, Chris was bought to his senses by a sharp slap on his left cheek, courtesy of Chazelle who found an extremely cheap and weird person’s face much closer to her’s than her usual preference. Jolted back into the real world, Chris took a few staggering steps backward and replied to Chazelle’s arching eyebrow, which by the way hadn’t been plucked since the last elections in China, by a feeble sorry, followed by another round of creepy staring.
A flustered Chazelle rattled, “I have absolutely no patience right now. Do you even know how burdened I am right now? I assure you, you haven’t the slightest idea how Mr. Dobrik is pestering me right now. I have nearly emptied out four jars of coffee, trying to stay awake for the past month to finalize my thesis and what does that asshole do? He blatantly rejects it saying he isn’t very fond of Shakespeare. What does that little rat think of himself. I really don’t need another idiot in my life right now! So quickly state your reason for being in my sight, now!”
A terrified Chris tried to justify himself, ” I know it’s very weird bu..but…it’s just that you….you are so gorgeous!”
“Hey mister, this isn’t a good time to mess with me. I know I’m not out-right-beautiful, but you,stranger have no business mocking me”, said Chazelle about to knock the sense out Chris.
“I mean your eyes”, blurted Chris.
Chazelle was taken aback, and rendered speechless. Nobody had ever paid her a genuine compliment regarding her aesthetics. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glanced at the ground.
” If you don’t mind, can I help you out with our thesis. I have had some experience with the temperamental mood of Mr. Dobrik” , and without waiting for a response, Chris sat down opposite Chazelle and began rumaging through the books. “You could write on Dickens, as far as I remember, he was one of Mr. Dobrik’s fav”, said Chris, pulling out another book and presenting it to Chazelle.
What followed next failed to register in the mind of Chazelle. Chris went on a rant about Dickens and Mr. Dobrik, but a bemused Chazelle could hardly concentrate on the words falling out of his mouth. She was unable to decide whether he had actually complimented her or was this a part of a jest. She sat there calculating the probability of both outcomes. But she remained silent.
In the following hour, the two strangers brain stormed about her thesis. Infact, Chris had turned out to be a gem of a person who not only helped her but also proved to be a stress-buster. He made her giggle at the right moments and in those moments, he found his satisfaction- the bright, almost innocent sparkle in her eyes. And indeed, Chazelle’s pupils did dilate when she looked at him.
Later that evening, Chazelle found herself constantly immersed in thoughts about Chris- his ruffled dark hair, that were way due at the barber’s; his frekled nose, and dimpled smile which revealed his pearly whites teeth; and even the scar at the side of his face. The scar remained an enigma for her throughout their conversation. It intrigued her. She wanted to know the story behind it. Reluctantly, she tried to focus on her work again, flipping through the pages of the book Chris had lent her, as he was about to leave.
Days passed by and the hope Chris has associated with his discreetly hidden note for Chazelle, dwindled. His mind went haywire trying to think of all the reasons why Chazelle had not responded to his note, or even mentioned it, in any of their scarce conversations. Until finally, he let go of all hope and accepted his fate. Realising, Chazelle was not interested in him, he made sure their future meets were short and limited to only small talk. He never brought the matter up again.
Years passed by, Chazelle was all packed and giddy with excitement to shift into her new house on Elm’s street. To take a final look at things, she glanced through every room quickly. And that is when she found a pink coloured folded paper just by the corner of her bed post. She sat down and playing with the note in her hand, waiting for her brain to come up with a memory regarding it. Alas, the brain failed her and opened it up to find something neatly scrawled into it. It read as

To Chazelle,
You hated your eye colour,
Called it a dull and dirty brown,
Wished for the deep blue of an ocean,
Where admirer’s hearts would drown,
And it pained me when I realised,
You’d never see it like I do,
The way your eyes hint at a story,
That I want to read right through,
They hold specks of golden sunlight,
That you’d miss with just one glance,
And a depth of raw emotion,
That can freeze you in a trance,
They’re a fix of melted chocolate,
When I’m craving something sweet,
But hold a gaze that’s so unwavering,
That I find hard to meet,
I fall right down the rabbit hole,
When I look into your eyes,
The brown of Earth’s unfettered beauty,
That I yearn to memorize,
When I was tired of not belonging,
They made me feel like I’d been found,
And I hope you never say again,
That your eyes are simply brown.

I hope you don’t see this as any lecherous attempt at being your boy friend. Trust me, I have no such ulterior motives. But I do want you to realise the fact that if those people who have managed to teach you that YOU ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL, are indeed highly mistaken.
From,
An admirer of true beauty.
~If the words you spoke appeared on your face, would you still be called beautiful?~

After reading the note, Chazelle radiated from within. She finally understood the true essence of the poem and also that she was indeed, in every possible way BEAUTIFUL.

*EPILOGUE*
In case you are wondering, Chazelle did send a thank you note to Chris, who on receiving it did not pester Chazelle to befriend/marry him. Neither did Chazelle. It isn’t necessary for every story to have the protagonists …..”live happily ever after.” They did not fall in love. They did not marry. They did not have children. That did not grow old together. Deal with it.