She Wrote Her Story - Episode 1

Her eyes shone bright, but there were stories embedded in those, unseen by other eyes. She came and stood beside my desk, clad in a pure white saree with a red Bindi that filled up the area between her brows.

Tamara, the lotus-eyed beauty with her jet black hair dropping almost waist-length could leave a scar on any man's heart if he desired her. For a minute, I was dumbstruck with her grace and charm. The sight of her at my desk seemed to be like a Goddess, waiting for me to fulfill her wish.

I closed my eyes, drew a deep breath, trying to sniff the fragrance of the jasmine flowers that adorned her jet black hair.

"Manju, will you write my story?" She asked with a voice as mesmerizing as her form.

I could do nothing but nod. Who on earth would say "No" to such captivating beings?

While she started spilling out I noticed she had in her story something deeper than the ocean depths. The lotus eyes were capable of having the entire ocean waters dripping through her tear glands.

She went on. I scribbled. Each juncture of her story she reminded me of a naive girl tossed in the fury of emotions.

We were done. I had Tamara's story ready.

(This will be continued in the next episode)