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.
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