"You look beautiful". A compliment she used to get every now and then.
"Thank you". She would respond gracefully with a smile which was beautiful yet brief.
Everyone loves compliments. She wasn't any different but, with time the need of being known as a person and not someone who was just "beautiful" had started haunting her. She craved for a life that was beyond the typical standards of beauty.
"Did anyone tell you that your eyes speak a lot"? A guy sitting next to her in the coffee shop said.
"Excuse me"? She was startled.
"I am sorry but, you cannot be excused. Your eyes speak volumes. I guess you have lots of stories that need to be voiced".
And, there she was, speaking her heart out in a random rendezvous with a stranger who now was a passionate listener. Someone who wanted to hear how she felt and was least bothered about how she "looked".
© Sheerin Naz.
