And Thus She Was Laid To Rest………..

Day after day, she looks at me, calling me towards her with those dazzling eyes of her. Every day I resist her gestures. She seems to be saying something with her eyelashes, but when I take my face close to her, she vanishes from my view, and I can only smell the sweet fragrance of her hair. This has been happening for some time now. Every morning when most are still in bed, I wake up, ready to wash up and get dressed when I have to endure her presence. She merely stays put, all the while seducing me with those cruel looks of her. I am a man, and thus prone to her advances I admit, yet this has to stop, as I so very firmly resolve one day. So it is that I consult my friend. Understandably, he first demands to see her for himself. I am a bit reluctant at first, but hoping that this will end the matter quickly, I allow him to meet her. As expected, she had the same effect on him. He too was enthralled by her beauty, and went raving for hours after her eyes. I lost hope, as I couldn’t think what to do. She was no immediate danger, I admit, but the mere presence of her was beginning to feel extremely irritating to me, not to mention the long hours I wasted brooding over her. After all I couldn’t go on like this, wasting my mornings over her. I say morning because this was the time when I was the most prone to her gestures, and so this was the time she could torment me at will. I could not focus in class too as she kept swimming to the front of my mind, and I would tend to have a glazed look for minutes at a time. Yet my finals were approaching, and something had to be done about it. I had been thinking for days about it, and I knew it was the only solution, although hard on me I admit. For none can ignore such beauty when it comes in front of the eyes. Yet there are things more important in life, as I was constantly reminded by the datasheet plastered on the dept. notice board. So I resolved in my head. The time for grave action had come. So it was that upon coming back to hostel that day. I went straight for her. I took the CAPRI soap cover (on which her picture was) and threw it in the dustbin, complete with the tiny bit of soap that was in it. And so it was that I got rid of her. Some might say my action was too cruel. Banishing her to the murky depths of the dustbin was too harsh a punishment for too good a face. But after all she was only the brand ambassador of my soap (CAPRI). So what if her face is plastered on every CAPRI Soap bar. It was no real harm to her.

 I did this because sometimes you don’t need to provide explanation for your every action. Sometimes, the truth is not enough.

Sometimes there is a difference between what is good and what is right.

 Sometimes you have to smash the photo frame containing Emma Watson’s picture you have got hidden under your pillow. If only because you like Selena Gomez better.

 Sometimes, you just have to detach your eyes from this article, and really think exactly what you are doing right now.