The further you look at her the more she mesmerizes you. Her eyes are no less than a national treasure. Without her eyes she wouldn’t be easy to describe. She is synonymous with the kind of eyes she has.
Have you ever seen the tint of her eyes? Some must have seen them; few must have taken notice of them. They are like brown marbles, shuddering in all the directions. When she cries the eye balls move more and not less. They shake, spilling more globules of tears. You see them roll off from her eyes waiting to cling to her cheeks and taking their own trajectories thereafter. The fine shakiness and nervousness of her eyes are enough to take India by storm.
Never contest our eyes with hers. The more you see them, the longer you want to see. The more colorful lens she wears the more dazzling they look. When she is fuming you can literally see those red nerves slightly extending beyond in small bundles. This gives realism to even the most mundane script. Don’t overlook; those eyes are nothing without their eye lashes. Long as they may seem, very few amongst us have them. I cannot comment whether they are genuine or not. She knows the most precious thing she has are her eyes. She has to take care of them. We all love her for what she does and what she does well. I can only plead; she shouldn’t spoil her eyes by wearing those artificial, rectangular, oddly shaped specs. By now, you would have known about whom am I talking – It’s YOU.
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