Jessie

Is n’t the superpower an artist? I wonder. She is a living sculpture with 165 cm long slender body and undisputed aura surrounding her wherever she goes. And there is this intoxicating painful pleasant smile, which turns her pink especially when she is ecstatic. A smile akin to the moment a mother delivers her infant. To say that I’m blessed to be witnessing such a sizzling goddess may well be a cliché or a complete understatement

“Why do you keep calling me hopeless?” she asks me time and again. How do I answer this? For an absolutely girlish and inarguably pampered babe, I always wish she could be more than what she is right now. Eloquent danseuse and trained classical singer, she is a package of art, a complete delight to every sense organ. The laid back attitude is what holds her back. It surprises when she says she wants to live for the day and does not believe in too long a life. On the contrary, I wish I give her a quarter of my age, and she beautifies the whole human race with her mystifying and subtle demeanour

She is class apart the way she talks. A voice filled with saccharine, I could sense her smile when I talk to her on phone. With Infectious warmth that can make anyone weak on their knees, she is humility personified too. I just can’t think of a blot in her. She is indeed a complete sensation just meant for admiring and honing my own self, merely by quietly following her with due sincerity and respect to my speechless living soul.

My mirror has already been weeping, tired of seeing me frequently these days. I have turned conscious than ever before. . I have discovered my long lost shyness. And yes, I’ve fallen in love with myself.

Bowing down to her and her womanhood!