The Parting Gift
The Parting Gift "Shabnam," the middle-aged lady with the golden-glow on her face from the last rays of the fast-dipping sun, whimpered to someone. "Look, who's here." "Hi, Neil. Nice to see you," the stunning looker, who came to the door, exclaimed animatedly. I stood transfixed at the door. The fragrance from the delicate perfume she wore was making me dizzy. Two years junior to all of my twenty-eight years, in a sari that matched her radiant skin, with curly hair and large, dark eyes on a heart-shaped face, Shabnam was - how do you describe her - soft and doughy? Know what I mean? She was someone you could mould to be your life partner, man. "Are you going to keep him waiting at the door, or calling him in?" The elder lady asked from inside. "Oh, sorry. Please come in," the younger chimed as I followed her inside. Something inside my head was telling me to relax as I had reached my destination. #######################...