Cover me, cover me not.
That’s my face in the mirror. The first thing I notice is the slight bend on my nose. Then I notice my turquoise earrings. Maybe, not so bad as I thought, when I look at chandelier like earring dangling on either side. I convince myself that the attention will divert. Of course it will. And then, I proceeded to wear my kajal. Still, my face looks puffy. I move the lamp a little, adjusting the shadow. Maybe it’s the light. It never is. Oh no, I forgot perfume. I've read in psychology that aroma adds a big deal to first impressions. Why take a chance? Oh and did he say he likes bangles? Of course, my hand cups to shape like a beak. In goes the bangles. My heart beats fast. A mental note I make to speak slower, calmer. My mind runs reels of how we’d run across the length and breath of streets. How I will be more careful this time, maybe play a little hard to get. I rehearse my laugh. I've been told I laugh like a guy. I couldn't possibly show him that, can I? This was ...