Little did I know that the days will get so worse and so sad. I did know that I am nowhere near pretty or even standard looking but I didn’t know that my face will be the book of my character. It feels bad, you know, somewhere it pinches very subtly but very harshly. The problem here is that I can’t do anything about it, I am just so impotent. I cannot scrub my skin off or change my face structure; it is real life for god’s sake, not some virtual game where we can customize ourselves, though, I hope we could.
I know, I am cribbing a lot, but it is all that frustration bottled up inside me which is bubbling out. I was not like this before; self pity was not my style but eventually in this period of many years, I somehow ended up making it my style. I don’t know how and when this happened but it just happened. All these years of being isolated and being judged did quite good to me by bringing me kgs of insecurity and pain, but I am glad that I am changing; I am looking at the world through a new perspective and that is because of this one incident,
When I met this young girl, she was really pretty, I would define her exactly how cliché novels describe their main characters. We were just casually conversing on some topic but in between our conversations somewhere I just blurted my jealousy out and it was embarrassing, but the next moment when she opened her mouth, she annoyed me, SO MUCH.
She had the nerve to say, ‘Beauty doesn’t matter, what all is inside matters’
“Well, with a face like that, nothing will matter to you”, I grumbled and just left.
I was rude, I know but in my defense, I was forced to be so.
After few months, I heard that she suffered from an acid attack. Some random stranger fell in love with her, she didn’t reciprocate and hence, as a gift he gave her a distorted face. It disturbed me somewhere, and got me thinking, is beauty a blessing or a curse? I was so confused. Each of my assumptions were being changed by different perceptions.
And just after few days,
One afternoon, my bell rang. I wasn’t expecting anybody that day.
Opening the door, I saw a beautiful big bouquet having Lavenders and lilies lying on the floor, both my favourite. I had never in my life received anything as such, I wondered, if they are from the guy at the gym I have been crushing on since a long time. There was a note, I unfolded it happily. I was so excited.
Remember me? Rhea? You might be thinking, why I wrote a letter to you, well, even I am thinking the same. Thanks to all the ear to ear gossip, I assume you already know what happened with me, No sympathy please! I just wanted to say, Now that I am not beautiful, we can continue our old conversation again, I am ready to defend my perception now!
Her letter titillated something inside me and made me think that she is still beautiful infact much more; as she has her self confidence directly applied on her face.
Work of Fiction.