Beauty is a state of mind.

DAY 06 ! Plus my first try at fiction writing πŸ˜€

Tring tring the bell rang.
She leaped out of her bed.
Baba had already picked up the phone. With knots in her stomach she tried to hear the conversation.
“Hmm”. “Okay”. “Okay”.”No”. Cut. “These salesman today” Baba stomped out of the room.
Oh it was the salesman after all. She went back to her bed again. Closing her eyes she hoped her dream would continue. Of course it didn’t. She was now just laying in her bed , imagining things and rewinding her memory.

Her marriage had been fixed. She had only heard his name. But a name was enough for her to dream. To make plans. And in these plans she even defeated the cheesy Bollywood movies. Day night all she could think of was him.
He had called her last week.
They had talked. He had talked. Told her to meet at the river side this weekend. She had just smiled and agreed.
No Baba wouldn’t know about it. It was her first date . Fathers don’t need to be told about it.

The d day was here. She was getting ready. And with every passing moment she was getting sad.
Each time she looked at her reflection she let out a sigh. Why was she so dark? Why wasn’t she as fair as the other girls. Why was she not beautiful?
And slowly her thought process worsened. What if he doesn’t like her? What if he rejects her?
Oh she panicked. She tried all creams and she tried all remedies.
Nothing would work.
She was still dark. Ugly.

All her dreams came crashing down. The castles she had built, she broke them all. Herself. She didn’t want him to do that. She couldn’t bear someone else do that.

With tears in her eyes and lost hopes she went to the river side. The sun was about to set. Why was he not here yet?? Had he already rejected her?
He could have met her once at least. She was black on the outside. Not inside .

“Sana” called a voice from behind. She had heard that voice before. Butterflies stormed in her stomach.
She turned around.
It was him. Her eyes sparkled but her brain reminded her of the reality that was about to happen.


They started walking on the beach. Talking. Smiling. They even laughed once.
Oh. So he doesn’t want me to feel bad. He will tell me at the end of the meeting today.

To her surprise he didn’t.
Not this meeting.
Not after any meeting .

And with so many beautiful meetings finally came the day of marriage.

She didn’t want to be heartbroken after this.
She decided to ask him straight.

She called him on his telephone. “Why are you marrying me? I am ugly. I am dark. Why?”.

For an instant , the other side went blank. And with a slight smirk came the reply.
” Do wear the lehenga I have selected for you.” Cut.
Sana couldn’t bear to see the lehenga. She didn’t want to be left at the altar. The lehenga would be so pretty.

Still,the evening came.
The lehenga came. Red and green it was.
A note was there too.

I was in search of skin
Bright or dark, fat or thin
I wanted someone who felt through her heart
You, my dear, have that art.
Who said you are not beautiful?
My brain looses its senses on your one look.
You have a dusky complexion my dear
Why is that wrong I fear!
Your eyes sparkle when you talk
And oh your playful walk

I want to marry you and not your colour.
Its the souls that will be together forever.<3″

Sana was numb. She looked at her smile in the mirror. The billion dollar smile. Oh yes her eyes were sparkling.
Her face was glowing and it was not because of some creams.

Yes she was beautiful. And his love only made her prettier. πŸ™‚

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28 thoughts on “Beauty is a state of mind.

  1. wow! This was just beautiful! For a moment i thought may be he would be a ghost. πŸ˜› You have woven a wonderful story out of the supplied. The little details of the story uplift the feelings and the ending spreads the joy.

    Nicely done! From 1 to 6, you have put down the best for all.. πŸ™‚

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  2. This was very cutely written and a beautiful ending. I know it’s so common, but always makes me sad when people think they are ugly because their skin is dark. I will never understand why so many of our countries think that paleness is beauty and dark skin is bad. The irony is that on the other side of the coin so many pale skinned people try desperately to darken their skin through tanning and such. It always seems we want what we don’t have!

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      1. It’s funny, really. I’m half Native American and I’m as pale as they come. Growing up on a reservation I always wished I had darker skin because I was made fun of for being so “white” lol

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      2. I’m sure it’s hard to imagine, I lived in Chicago for a few years and had several friends from India as well as the Middle East who often told me they were so jealous of my pale skin and that it was considered a thing of beauty in their country – and that they felt ugly with their darker skin. I knew I could not change what they were raised with but tried to let them know that at least **I** thought they were beautiful just the way they are πŸ™‚


  3. Yesterday Night, I read your most of blogs, and now I can say Yes I am a big fan of your writing skills, Usually I don’t like English blogging but after reading your articles my mind has changed. You are my first favorite English Blogger πŸ™‚ Keep writing Mitali (y) and the story is awesome, throwing a good message to the society ……

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  4. This post was SO BEAUTIFUL!🌸 And the issue which your story revolves around isn’t new. I mean people of subcontinent have ideas of beauty pertaining to fair complexion only. This is sick. Our society must stop putting labels for everything and anything. I loved your story!❀️

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