Pretty Women

How many times we come across something and find it really beautiful and when we start to explain it we are at loss of adjectives. Not because it is so unique that it has never been described before, but because regular adjectives are exact opposite of what that thing is.

Like how will you really describe a beautiful woman you see regularly in office?
You will say

-->She is fair or at least has clear face.

-->Has a great figure or at least great assets

-->Has Some really sharp features

-->Has Melodious voice

-->Has Blond hair or long hair

-->Either is very delicate, or comes across as real strong woman.

-->Has some real attitude.

-->Is really hot.

The dilemma I face is that if I use any of the above to describe her that would be like insulting her, she

-->Is neither fair nor clear.

-->Is too slim for a see saw game

-->Has no one striking feature that you will memorize and see in your dreams

-->You won’t give her the responsibility to sing for your life.

-->Has good hair style but it is neither blond nor long

-->Is balanced( diplomatic word for average)

-->Doesn’t have any attitude, that you can hate or like

-->Is warm but doesn’t exactly set town on fire.

But yet I want to say she is remarkable beauty, and make no mistake I am not talking about the inner beauty bull shit. My views are totally based on what I see, not what I know or experienced.

I think she and a squirrel share the same beauty secret. You can’t define it but like you can’t have enough of watching a squirrel doing her daily mundane stuff similarly you can’t have enough of seeing her doing her stuff, which sometime is only moving her eyes from left to right. It is purely poetry in motion.

The squirrel is most beautiful at the moment which lies in a tiny space between her being static and her starting to do her business. Same is with this girl.
I think she is at peak of her beauty when she is still and just about to mover her finger, or when she is just patiently listening to a silly joke and just about to smile or when with her turned wrists she is fathoming the time and is about to declare the hour of the day. That is why I hate her snaps, every time you look at them, you see that moment missing because that moment is too small and too quick to be captured by a camera, given to me I will never click her snap and always paint that moment.

Another Aspect of squirrel is that she is alert of her surroundings but not mindful of it. It will never appear from her body language that she is on stage and wants you to applaud her, or she is so insecure that she pleads that don’t come near, and yet she is always on lookout for some message so that she can run to safety. Same is with our girl in question, never will she convey that I am too brittle I will break if you touch, or I am good just watch me, or don’t come near else I will break your head, yet you would just hate to disturb her, you would just want to take a step back and let her do what she does best that is play music with her moments. It just appears a sin to stop her from bouncing her hair, or to act naughty or to just do nothing; she is probably the only women whom you won’t even feel like stopping when she is talking not because she has the most melodious voice or she talks real sense it’s just because you will feel appalled to stop the passionate recitation of poetry.

I really hope that she gets a guy who can understand the most definitive aspect of her beauty, which is freedom. Someone who can let her be what she is and let her do things her way, because you don’t make a squirrel a pet.