I was talking to one of my closest friends after a long time today and had a very long and meaningful conversation. Getting into one of my very nostalgic phases, I remembered all the times spent together doing some of the craziest things that you could imgine doing in my hometown. I suppose she too was carried away by emotions and in a flow of nostalgia, called me cute. Me of all people!
Well, quite honestly, she had me believing it for a second there! Damn, the first time a woman calls me cute and my illusion is shattered instantly. For someone who looks at a mirror perhaps just once a day because it happens to be placed in front of the basin when I am brushing (whence I am so sleepy, I hardly notice my reflection...) I chose the most inopprtune moment to be passsing a shop that stocked mirrors. Who stocks mirrors, pray tell? Damn... Well, my illusion didnt last long and instantly I was aware of my mirror shattering looks and decided to spare the poor proprietor the misfortune of bearing the loss of a shop full of unusable goods. Ah well, atleast I can derive consolation from the fact that someone cared enough to call me cute (even if out of pity!)
Damn those mirrors!!!