Beautician


-Anbirkiniyavan
'Hurry up, mummy! It's almost time'. Komu looked at her restless daughter.
'Mirdula is now twenty-one, and still I have to do all her work'. Mother mused and continued to set her daughter’s disheveled hair, applied oil to them, combed them, parted the hair in the middle, pleated them, and then stuck flowers into them. With wet towel she mopped her face, applied the cream, set right the eyebrows, applied kohl. And then applied light lipstick on her lips.
'Now it’s over,’ with this declaration of Komu, Mirdula saw her face in the mirror. Then she bid good-bye and started her two-wheeler, and went out.
She stopped at a shop. A board was hanging over the shop on which was painted in bold letters 'Mirdula Beauty Parlour'. Under these bold letters were written in small letters 'Best Make-up Is Done Here For All Occasions, Including Bethrothal And Marriage. Make-up Artist - Mirdula'.