she..

 She was a neat girl. In every aspect. Neat was her appearance, her thoughts, her composure too. She never used exclamations while speaking. never had any clothing mishaps and such kind of embarrassments. 

She was one of those girls who in their schools used to acquire average grades but carried an impression of being more than a scholar, that too neatly! 

She was good at gossiping. 

She could gossip about anything or anybody with utmost sincerity. and while doing so, if the person appeared accidentally, she had enough skills to act like nothing happened and start a whole new topic abruptly and yes, neatly!

If someone asked her for help, she used to help generously. But, if someone ignored her, then that someone would be badly chewed in her next gossiping session. That was her ‘neat’ power!

She always had an aura. A publicly silent composure. Up to the mark style sense. Etiquette sense. A neat, branded purse in her hands. Tremendously gorgeous hair. ‘Always’ manicured hand with again a ‘neat’ and classy watch. And yes a measured and neat smile on her face.

No one ever understood, how she used to manage all this all the time. In our case, we didn’t even use to find the exact earring at the exact time, ending up in wearing same all the time. 

But she was classy always. Her mom-dad used to obey her. That stubborn aura didn’t even spare her parents.

One day, she came back to the apartment. Unaware of the fact that I too was there, she started crying, cursing and throwing things in anguish.. her hair were messy. Her neat face was flooded with torn out feelings. She was cursing the same person she was praising yesterday. Her composure wasn’t neat. I heard ‘a new her’ from the other room  that day. When I came out, I saw her sitting on the floor, behind the sofa. She was crying and shivering.. her voice was lowered by then. I went nearer, she saw me and disguised in that shock she stood up, clearing her face immediately she started acting like nothing happened, tried to wear her neat composure again but failed..

She realised that I caught her! 

And I realised what she used to hide under her neat appearance.. a clumsy mind, complexes, fear of being gossiped, fear of being ‘not neat’..

From that day, she stopped seeing me..

And continued to be ‘neat’ elsewhere!

~ Sanjeevani