My sister applied Kohl to my eyes while I blinked several times and tried to scratch the inaccessible parts of my body. This was my sister’s attempt to make my tired and ugly-so called-face look slightly presentable for my brother’s wedding. With only a few smudges around my dark circles and eyelids my sister accomplished the task. Then she took a good look at me and was convinced Kohl pencil was not a magic wand. Not only was it a waste of natural resources but also the world looked slightly heavy and gloomy through my newly kholed eyes.
Nuts, a cube of cheese, one small bar of dairy milk and toffees! It felt more like we were going to have a few ingredients of a full lunch.The look on my teammates’ faces was apocalyptic; as if Ajeeth just casually announced that, “henceforth, everybody on the team should live a life of celibacy.”
“ I have nothing new to teach the world. Truth and non-violence are as old as the hills”
– Mahatma Gandhi
“It is easier to follow the path to Mount Everest than to follow the path of truth”
– Mamta Naidu
I scratched my head, cleared the dirt under my nail and began writing the letter with great determination. After 10 minutes of looking thoughtfully into the air and back into the paper, I gave him my letter with a satisfactory smile. He took my letter, rolled his eyes through it, rumpled it and aimed it directly into the Paan stained dirty looking dustbin. My face fell at once and I almost cried…