The most beautiful woman...

It was today. I was sitting in Pizza Hut, having the same old pizza plus lemonade, when I saw this woman. Obviously pregnant, she climbed up the stairs very gradually, and almost tip-toed to a table for two at the window side, and sat down. She must be in her early twenties. She was wearing a loose striped black and green dress which fell around her body, and white trousers. Moments later a young man of about the same age joined her. I was seated at a place so that I could see her face and his back. I don't know why, but somehow I couldnt stop looking at this young lady.

At the onset, everything about her was perfect. She had a perfect face, with perfect features. She had perfect height, and apparently had a perfect figure in a normal condition. Her hair was a beautiful mahogany, straightened and falling around her shoulders, her teeth white and even, her complexion was a beautiful peach and cream. Each of her 20 nails were painted a shocking red, and they weren't shocking at all. Her make up struck me most...her brown eyes were lined heavily by black kohl, and a very light but noticeable pink lipstick on her large mouth...I guess she had some kind of concealer on all over her face. She had a perfect husband, who drops all he has to do on a wednesday afternoon to take his wife for lunch at Pizza Hut. To conclude, this girl was so beautiful, so married, so pregnant and so obviously happy that it was difficult to stop myself from envying her at first.


But then, she sipped at her pepsi while I did at my lemonade. As I looked up, I saw her looking up as well...and I saw the pain, the deep, piercing pain in her beautiful brown eyes. She looked at me for a second and then looked away, out of the window. For that fleeting moment, I saw something which I really wanted to confirm. A woman who is married, and apparently happy had such pain stacked up in her eyes that it was difficult not to notice it...it was then that I noticed, my happy lady didnt smile too often, in fact she hadnt really looked happy since she had walked in. Her cheeks seemed to have been nailed at a particular position, like she couldnt smile wider even if she did feel happier, all the things said by her husband were met by a cool response and that same smile. A smile which makes you want to ask her what's wrong. While she ate her pizza etc, every one of her movements screamed compromise. I couldnt look away, and kept looking at her. Everytime she sipped at her pepsi, and everytime she looked up, I saw those brown painful eyes...devoid of any dream, any light..just breathtakingly beautiful in its color and makeup. And then, it struck me...what exactly made her so attractive to me...that pain, and the sheer paradox in it, riddled me so much, that the whole thing appealed to me.

My eyes remained glued to her as I long as I remained there. She also looked at me often, maybe she was feeling awkward about me looking at her, maybe she thought I liked her Pizza (which I did). I came home, did many other things, but couldnt get that face off my mind. So I thought, why not tell all about the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.