She was hastily getting herself ready for yet another workday. Unlike other women, she was fast! For example, her bath was never a ritual for her, even on holidays.
So she darted out of bathroom, half wet. As she proceeded ahead to clothing up, she began to sweat. She thought such is the weather in Mumbai. She left her house donning that earthy sweaty scent as her unique perfume. She confidently carried herself into an already crowded bus. An hour later when she alighted for her office, she also had subtle notes of Charlie, Brut, Cigar and what not.
She entered her office, that sweetly perfumed air conditioned space welcomed her. She nonchalantly began her usual work; she wasn’t at all a new bee. Post lunch she kept moving from one cabin for another for meetings and discussions. By the end of the day, another gruesome hour of travelling back home awaited her.
She took a detour and instead went to the sea shore. She removed her sandals. She let the yellow white sand tickle ehr bare feet. Sky was moving from dark orange to black. A day had passed and she had remaining night all to her own. With this thought springing up in her mind, she casually sat down in the sand, relaxed. Sea breezes suddenly started feeling tad more salty. She absent mindedly wiped her lips with her tongue trying to brush off the salty taste. Funnily enough, they also tasted a bit minty like after a first kiss.
Breezes that went past her, then smelled sweet! After a few calm moments later she stood up and took a cab home. Cab driver welcomed her with a smile as he smelled heavily of paan. Even he couldn’t understand why suddenly he felt happy. He, nonetheless, downed the meter and rode off to her house. By the time she came home, she had a fragrant earthy scent that had gone slightly smokey. It sometimes was felt as a harsh turn-on yet with notes of that pure womanhood. And that was a scent of a working woman.
28 Jan 13