The woman with the bull tattoo

Clad in a blue salwar kameez the overweight woman put forward her medical file at the counter. A long queue for ultrasonography since the morning had made the girl at the counter snappy and irritable. The blue dressed woman with the super long plait and thick rimmed dark glasses shook with visible irritation on being rudely spoken to by the billing girl.
Nondescript looking, with a waddle in her walk and no sense of fashion to boot, my blue lady adjusted her dupatta. A bull tattoo on her shoulder peeked at me. She pushed up her glasses, and dealt with the billing girl in a polite but firm manner. Instantly the crowd around got pulled towards her charismatic way of speaking. The billing girl immediately apologised and calmed down.

The hidden power is there within us. Always. We may or may not choose to display it on the outside, but the hidden bull tattoo is alive and kicking. And may it continue to be so.

The Affair

Like naughty kids who have been up to something,
they stole a glance.
When they just happened to run into each other at the store by chance.

Her teeth found her lower lip, (well only the right side of it) to bite
The eyelashes went right up and everything else went out of sight

Just him, just him, just him all around, that was all she could see
There wasn't anyplace else on the world that she would rather ever be

Other than this small local store lined with bread and cookies along the row
This cozy place where her she hoped her secret  blush would never show

For what would the people say if they were to ever come to know ?
Of how her little heart started madly tap dancing on it's toe !!!

At the mere sight of Mr Miller's face. That sideways grin with a dimple.
If only, if only, if only Ms Patty's life had turned out to be that simple.

For Ms. Patty was seventy with four kids and a husband up in the sky
And Mr. Miller had four of his own and a divorced wife to drop by

So there they were, the naughty kids by the bread and cookie row
Hoping that their pretty blushes and cheeky grins would not show

Tomorrow again as the evening sun went down and the clock struck six
Both Mr Miller and Ms. Patty would take out their walking sticks

And meet down by the greengrocers along the row with the carrots and french bean
And carry back with them their smiles and happy dreams of what could have been.