‘Beauty is a sense of harmony. Whether it's an image, a human face, a body, or a sunset, take the object which you call beautiful, as a unit (and ask yourself): what parts is it made up of, what are its constituent elements, and are they all harmonious? If they are, the result is beautiful.’ – Ayn Rand.
The reason I quoted Ms. Rand, is because it closely sums up my feelings & facts derived from the relatable experiences I had, meeting, seeing & understanding the women in my life, so far. Especially, Srivalli!
It was one of the usual terrible evenings at my workplace, terrible because I am a terrible employee and I find everything terrible over there from the work, I do, to the people around, which also makes me a dishonest employee. But this is me being Honest, at my best, about Srivalli. I was idle but waiting for my Beautiful trainer’s instruction to start the next task. Having nothing much to do, I was just simply looking around at the boring cliched herd- gazing into their computer screens. Everything seemed so bloody dull and flat, it summed up to the state of boredom at it’s peak. It was then, she shone out of nowhere, like an angel, indeed, she appeared like one out of this filthy mass. She wore a pretty light colored crop top and baggy jeans, which made her ensemble look even more intense, the more she was getting closer towards my bay. As she passed by and disappeared, it was then, I said to myself, ‘Out of your league!’ - अर्थात्: tumhaare samooh/aukaad se baahar hai beta!.
I said that to myself, not because I had not seen anyone like her, till then but none of them were even close to her gorgeousity in such a simple way, which is extremely RARE. Her sheer presence, intense looks and incredible subtleness in the way she moved & looked around, of course not at me, WERE, ARE & WILL BE, RARE, forever.
The glorious revelation happened after couple of weeks, when I was moved to the production floor, where she was already working. It was just another boring day, which was about to be stupendously exciting from that moment. I, as usual was looking around, moving my head back & forth, at the new set of herd rapidly moving & crossing by, at the bat of an eyelid I realized two spectacular bonny eyes staring at me. By the moment I could feel it, the spectacle vanished in a jiff. Without wasting a nanosecond getting disappointed, the cinephile in me started slow motioning that moment and running it backward and forward for my visual pleasure. Though I'm still not sure if she saw me, but I enjoyed it believing she did. I enjoyed the whole ‘was-to-be-boring’ shift like a kid at fantasy land. Since, that day I’m in awe of her presence. That very moment, her eyes & the look got imprinted in my mind like an exquisite painting and with her image completely filling both my mind and my heart, and it was that night while returning home in the cab, windows down, somewhat breeze hitting my face & the song aired on radio, ‘Srivalli’.
In the course of working at the same office, and having the terrific privilege of making eye contact, many a times in a day, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her charm, her beauty, her personality and her demeanor has been a new discovery for me to adore for life. However, with my habit of keenly observing intense beings like herself, I figured out that she has an invisible wall around her and she does not let anyone cross that. Behind that wall she maintains her dignity and her self-respect and she never lets anyone inside.
One day my only friend at work, suddenly started giving me an affiliative smile, which was quite strange, moments later I understood. Since, that day I come to know about her arrival or if she is about to pass by beyond my sight, when smiles that way. At times, his utmost respect for her and for my admiration towards her, incite me to a certain point that it makes feel to just run towards her and say ‘Hi!’. I’m not very sure if I’m unable to gather courage to do that or Am I indeed, enjoying the fantasy by gazing into her beauty from afar, because from a long shot, I view her like, in frame of a an exotic scene where nobody else does matter and infact the others look ugly as compared to her presence in that frame.
I wrote this as an ode to Srivalli, with the only purpose so as to impress her and nothing else.
She is one of the most beautiful girls, but immensely adorable & cutest girl, God ever created and I think he creates such exquisite pieces of art like her, not too often.
If you ever happened to read this..
