24-05-2019, 04:03 PM
She was already in the lobby as I strolled out of the elevator. She stepped forward and offered me her hand.
"Good evening! How do you do?" I inquired politely as I shook her hand.
"I'm very well, thank you! And you?" She responded, not to be outdone in manners and etiquette.
Her hand was soft, but the grip was firm – a working woman's hand. I caught a whiff of expensive perfume as I sized her up. She was tall for an Indian woman, the top of her head easily coming up to my eye level in her two inch heels. Must be five foot seven at least; I thought. She looked freshly showered and appeared to be wearing no makeup. She wore a pair of tight fitting, low rise black jeans and a short, tight fitting white top with double spaghetti straps. A bright, colorful patterned silk scarf wrapped casually around her neck beautifully set off the rather severe white on black combination of her jeans and top. Besides, it also served to partly cover up her delightful bare shoulders and the décolletage of her full bosom that otherwise would have shown through the plunging neck of her top. She had a full but not overblown figure and she looked absolutely stunning. Had she been another kilogram heavier, she wouldn't have been able to carry off the clothes she had chosen. Her belly was soft and had just the right roundness to make her look sexy. Any rounder and it would have looked gross. Not one of those delicate, anorexic types ready to blow away on a puff of wind; I thought. Her navel peeped out discreetly above the waistband of her jeans. Except for the engagement ring and a heavy gold bracelet on her wrist, she wore no jewelry. Altogether, she presented the picture of a sophisticated, cosmopolitan, confident young working woman.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked and led her to the bar as she nodded her assent.
We were seated at a corner table – I don't fancy sitting at the bar on a stool. I don't know why I should I have been surprised when she ordered a Bloody Mary. Somehow, being SC's daughter, I had expected her to ask for something non-alcoholic. I ordered a glass of my usual Australian white wine.
"So, tell me about yourself and your mother! By the way what do you call her?" I asked after we had settled down.
"I call her Mamma." She responded and her face softened. Her deep affection for SC showed through.
Soon we were chatting away as if we'd known each other for a long time. The alcohol too had an effect in loosening our tongues and we ordered a second round of drinks in due course. We both decided to eat substantial snacks in the bar rather than move to a restaurant for dinner.
Ujwala talked about her college and college adventures. She came across as a bright, smart, articulate young woman with an attitude. She appeared to have a sharp eye, and didn't seem to miss much. She spoke of her rather rebellious childhood, being constantly at loggerheads with her mother. She hadn't been good at her studies, much preferring extracurricular activities like dramatics and elocution. She had some aptitude for games and sports; rather like her mother, I thought, remembering SC's descriptions of her own college days. Ujwala had been secretly rather relieved when a setback in her father's career had meant that the family wouldn't be able to finance her "professional" (read doctor, engineer, architect etc.) education. She had been quite happy to join an arts course and enjoy a carefree life in college, although she wasn't above occasionally playing the martyr just to keep her mother on the defensive. She told me all this in a rather casual, off-hand manner, seemingly enjoying my discomfiture at the flippant, almost disrespectful attitude she occasionally displayed towards her mother. Curiously, her father hardly received any mention in her narrative.
She then proceeded to recount her experiences with boys, whom she'd discovered just about the time she started going to college. She had quickly found that the boys too were keenly interested in her. Ujwala narrated with relish how shocked and worried her mother had been when she'd discovered that she had started dating boys. Apparently, what had concerned SC most was the danger of her daughter losing her "virtue" i.e. virginity before marriage. She had even thought of getting Ujwala married off quickly, but had met with a flat refusal from her.
Ujwala was an ambitious and smart young girl who fully intended to use her wits and other assets to get on in life. She had gotten herself a modeling assignment even as she was studying in college. This had stretched SC's patience too far and she had refused permission. There had been a massive row between mother and daughter, with both of them sticking to their guns. Finally, as a compromise it was agreed that Ujwala could take up a job of her choice, but only after she had completed her studies and graduated. So, here she was, working for an airline as a stewardess!
"Good evening! How do you do?" I inquired politely as I shook her hand.
"I'm very well, thank you! And you?" She responded, not to be outdone in manners and etiquette.
Her hand was soft, but the grip was firm – a working woman's hand. I caught a whiff of expensive perfume as I sized her up. She was tall for an Indian woman, the top of her head easily coming up to my eye level in her two inch heels. Must be five foot seven at least; I thought. She looked freshly showered and appeared to be wearing no makeup. She wore a pair of tight fitting, low rise black jeans and a short, tight fitting white top with double spaghetti straps. A bright, colorful patterned silk scarf wrapped casually around her neck beautifully set off the rather severe white on black combination of her jeans and top. Besides, it also served to partly cover up her delightful bare shoulders and the décolletage of her full bosom that otherwise would have shown through the plunging neck of her top. She had a full but not overblown figure and she looked absolutely stunning. Had she been another kilogram heavier, she wouldn't have been able to carry off the clothes she had chosen. Her belly was soft and had just the right roundness to make her look sexy. Any rounder and it would have looked gross. Not one of those delicate, anorexic types ready to blow away on a puff of wind; I thought. Her navel peeped out discreetly above the waistband of her jeans. Except for the engagement ring and a heavy gold bracelet on her wrist, she wore no jewelry. Altogether, she presented the picture of a sophisticated, cosmopolitan, confident young working woman.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked and led her to the bar as she nodded her assent.
We were seated at a corner table – I don't fancy sitting at the bar on a stool. I don't know why I should I have been surprised when she ordered a Bloody Mary. Somehow, being SC's daughter, I had expected her to ask for something non-alcoholic. I ordered a glass of my usual Australian white wine.
"So, tell me about yourself and your mother! By the way what do you call her?" I asked after we had settled down.
"I call her Mamma." She responded and her face softened. Her deep affection for SC showed through.
Soon we were chatting away as if we'd known each other for a long time. The alcohol too had an effect in loosening our tongues and we ordered a second round of drinks in due course. We both decided to eat substantial snacks in the bar rather than move to a restaurant for dinner.
Ujwala talked about her college and college adventures. She came across as a bright, smart, articulate young woman with an attitude. She appeared to have a sharp eye, and didn't seem to miss much. She spoke of her rather rebellious childhood, being constantly at loggerheads with her mother. She hadn't been good at her studies, much preferring extracurricular activities like dramatics and elocution. She had some aptitude for games and sports; rather like her mother, I thought, remembering SC's descriptions of her own college days. Ujwala had been secretly rather relieved when a setback in her father's career had meant that the family wouldn't be able to finance her "professional" (read doctor, engineer, architect etc.) education. She had been quite happy to join an arts course and enjoy a carefree life in college, although she wasn't above occasionally playing the martyr just to keep her mother on the defensive. She told me all this in a rather casual, off-hand manner, seemingly enjoying my discomfiture at the flippant, almost disrespectful attitude she occasionally displayed towards her mother. Curiously, her father hardly received any mention in her narrative.
She then proceeded to recount her experiences with boys, whom she'd discovered just about the time she started going to college. She had quickly found that the boys too were keenly interested in her. Ujwala narrated with relish how shocked and worried her mother had been when she'd discovered that she had started dating boys. Apparently, what had concerned SC most was the danger of her daughter losing her "virtue" i.e. virginity before marriage. She had even thought of getting Ujwala married off quickly, but had met with a flat refusal from her.
Ujwala was an ambitious and smart young girl who fully intended to use her wits and other assets to get on in life. She had gotten herself a modeling assignment even as she was studying in college. This had stretched SC's patience too far and she had refused permission. There had been a massive row between mother and daughter, with both of them sticking to their guns. Finally, as a compromise it was agreed that Ujwala could take up a job of her choice, but only after she had completed her studies and graduated. So, here she was, working for an airline as a stewardess!
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