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Fashion Fetish
Posted by Ramya Shankar
on
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
in
Fiction
She stood before the full length mirror and looked at herself from head to toe. The peach dress brought out the blush in her cheeks and highlighted her chocolate brown eyes. Ah! The peach dress that she had wanted for so long, was now hugging every curve in the right places on her slim body. She twirled before the mirror and let the flowing material sway to a halt. She twirled a few more times and looked at her reflection. She was always called a princess by him and today she truly looked and felt like one!
He was staring at her from the hallway and saw her smoothing the sides of her gown. She looked ethereal in that peach dress. All his regrets about spending a fortune on the dress vanished the moment he saw her wearing it.
She went to the closet in the corner and picked out a matching coral high heeled sandal. She had always wanted to wear those and strut about like a model. She sat on the edge of the bed and gently strapped them onto her petite feet. They didn't fit quite well, but she wasn't bothered. She slowly got off the bed and swayed on the spot against gravity because of the height of the heels. She took a step forward and the 4 inch heel twisted and snapped neatly into two, throwing her headfirst onto the floor. Aaaaaaaaahhhhh......
He saw her disappear for a moment into the closet and return with those toe-fracturing-killer sandals as he called them. The very sight of that particular footwear sent shivers down his spine. He'd spent a whole week pampering his toes after he'd accidently gotten stamped on by those. He saw her slip into them and anticipated what was to happen next. Uh oh!
Dev caught Riya in the nick of time, before she hit the floor. He carefully steadied her in his arms and saw a tear trickle down her rosy cheeks. Hearing the noise, Shuba came running into the bedroom and saw Dev cradling their 7 year old Riya in his arms and consoling the little one.
"But I wanted to look pretty like mummy..." chirped Riya between tears
Shuba gently took the broken Manolo Blahnik from Riya's clasp and wiped the tears from her daughter's face.
"But you are already prettier than mummy, my love. Those weren't going to make you any prettier." she said pointing at the snapped stilettos that had cost half her monthly salary.
"Now, come on, does Riya want to burst crackers on Diwali, or does she want to sit and cry here?" exclaimed Dev to distract both the women.
"Riya wanfs fo burfft cracker" said the little one excitedly showing her wide grin that was now missing two of her front teeth.
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He was staring at her from the hallway and saw her smoothing the sides of her gown. She looked ethereal in that peach dress. All his regrets about spending a fortune on the dress vanished the moment he saw her wearing it.
She went to the closet in the corner and picked out a matching coral high heeled sandal. She had always wanted to wear those and strut about like a model. She sat on the edge of the bed and gently strapped them onto her petite feet. They didn't fit quite well, but she wasn't bothered. She slowly got off the bed and swayed on the spot against gravity because of the height of the heels. She took a step forward and the 4 inch heel twisted and snapped neatly into two, throwing her headfirst onto the floor. Aaaaaaaaahhhhh......
He saw her disappear for a moment into the closet and return with those toe-fracturing-killer sandals as he called them. The very sight of that particular footwear sent shivers down his spine. He'd spent a whole week pampering his toes after he'd accidently gotten stamped on by those. He saw her slip into them and anticipated what was to happen next. Uh oh!
Dev caught Riya in the nick of time, before she hit the floor. He carefully steadied her in his arms and saw a tear trickle down her rosy cheeks. Hearing the noise, Shuba came running into the bedroom and saw Dev cradling their 7 year old Riya in his arms and consoling the little one.
"But I wanted to look pretty like mummy..." chirped Riya between tears
Shuba gently took the broken Manolo Blahnik from Riya's clasp and wiped the tears from her daughter's face.
"But you are already prettier than mummy, my love. Those weren't going to make you any prettier." she said pointing at the snapped stilettos that had cost half her monthly salary.
"Now, come on, does Riya want to burst crackers on Diwali, or does she want to sit and cry here?" exclaimed Dev to distract both the women.
"Riya wanfs fo burfft cracker" said the little one excitedly showing her wide grin that was now missing two of her front teeth.
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