Woman's Era - - Long Story -

very woman wishes for a soft and glow­ing skin and this makes her try ev­ery sin­gle body lo­tion avail­able in the mar­ket. Women mostly don't get the de­sired re­sults and in­stead lose the nat­u­ral glow of their skin. In the end, all they do is, re­gret us­ing it. Joy Honey & Al­monds Ad­vanced Nour­ish­ing Body Lo­tion prom­ises to give you healthy and soft skin.

Here is why it's so spe­cial

Body lo­tions pro­vide the muchre­quired soft­ness and mois­ture to the skin but Joy's Honey and Al­mond New Ad­vanced Nour­ish­ing Body Lo­tion also gives nour­ish­ment to the skin. It has the good­ness of al­monds and honey that work deep into the skin and makes it feel soft. So soft that it will make you touch your skin again and again. This is what makes it stand out of all other body lo­tions avail­able in the mar­ket.

Joy Honey & Al­monds Ad­vanced Nour­ish­ing Body Lo­tion prom­ises to keep the mois­ture in­tact all day. It comes with wheat­germ oil, aloe vera and shea but­ter which is full of mul­ti­vi­ta­mins and helps in pro­vid­ing your skin ex­tra mois­ture. It pro­tects your skin against harm­ful sun rays and also im­proves your skin tone. And all this makes you en­joy re­fresh­ing and soft skin!

Ben­e­fits of Honey and Al­monds

Honey gives a lot of mois­ture to the skin and never makes it feel dry. It pro­tects the skin against harm­ful UV sun­rays and acts like a sun­screen for it. On the other hand, al­monds are rich in Vi­ta­min E that goes deep into the skin and pro­vides nour­ish­ment. It also pro­tects the skin from burn­ing sensation. Honey and al­monds to­gether bring in a lot of shine to the skin.

Ev­ery woman wants to look sweet and young al­ways. They un­dergo a lot of treat­ments to achieve youth­ful skin. How­ever, they no longer need to spend so much money on these treat­ments as Joy Honey and Al­monds New Ad­vanced Nour­ish­ing Body Lo­tion works to solve all these prob­lems and makes your skin look at­trac­tive.

The rich­ness of anti-ox­i­dants, Flavonoids and polyphe­nols work ef­fec­tively to nour­ish the dry skin. They also sig­nif­i­cantly re­duce the ev­i­dent signs of ag­ing like fine lines and dark cir­cles.

Here is why Joy Honey & Al­monds Ad­vanced Nour­ish­ing Body Lo­tion is what you need! ✿ One should al­ways use a body lo­tion which keeps the skin mois­turised for long hours so that you don't need to re-ap­ply it all over again. Keep­ing the same fac­tor in mind, this lo­tion has been im­mensely en­riched with the good­ness of honey which not only works for elon­gated hours but also pre­vents your skin from be­com­ing dry and keeps it fresh. ✿ There is no deny­ing the fact that if your skin is clean, clear and glow­ing - you feel con­fi­dent! This is one key rea­son that we take good care of our skin. Let us tell you that you can ap­ply this lo­tion on all your body parts to keep them cleansed be­cause the al­monds present in it detox­i­fies the harm­ful el­e­ments present in the skin and keep the skin clean and soft. It also keeps fine lines and wrin­kles at bay. ✿ No one is happy with a skin that is dry and life­less. Joy Honey and Al­monds Ad­vanced Nour­ish­ing Body Lo­tion that comes with wheat­germ oil helps in keep­ing all these prob­lems away from your skin and keeps it smooth. Also, it helps in pre­vent­ing wrin­kles. ✿ Aloe vera gel works in pro­mot­ing your over­all health and is ex­tremely ben­e­fi­cial for the skin. It is rich in Vi­ta­min C and E that keeps the skin mois­turised and nat­u­ral skin tone in­tact. ✿ With shea but­ter, that is rich in Vi­ta­min E and D, the lo­tion fur­ther makes you get rid of beauty prob­lems like wrin­kles, fine lines and spots. It al­ways keeps the skin mois­turised and re­fresh­ing. This lo­tion suits all skin types and never feels sticky on the skin. Don't for­get to try the Joy Honey & Al­monds Ad­vanced Nour­ish­ing Body Lo­tion.

I had de­cided on my at­tire the pre­vi­ous day it­self. I was keep­ing it ca­sual. She did not like over-dressed men. I was wear­ing navy blue denim with a red An­gry Birds T paired with my favourite pair of sneak­ers. I gelled up my hair to spikes and ap­plied a dou­ble dose of my Tommy Hil­figer af­ter­shave. I also wore a gen­er­ous dose of David­off’s Cool wa­ter to make sure I car­ried a nice fra­grance and a pleas­ant aura. I made sure to look, feel and smell fresh too.

I had in­structed the se­cu­rity guard the pre­vi­ous day it­self to wash my car first as I had to rush to the air­port early in the morn­ing. By 6 am I was all set to leave. Bangalore air­port is quite far from my place. Plus, I had been warned to be on time. I reached the air­port by 7:45 am and sent her a text, “I’ve reached, baby! Wait­ing for you. Love you!” Time stood still. Sec­onds passed like hours. At about 8:25 I checked in at the ar­rival lounge. Her flight was as per sched­ule. Just then there was an an­nounce­ment, “Kind at­ten­tion, dear pas­sen­gers. Jet air­ways an­nounces the ar­rival of its flight 9W-411 from Mum­bai. Pas­sen­gers are re­quested to col­lect their baggage from the con­veyor belt num­ber 4. We wish you a pleas­ant stay in Bangalore. Thank you.”

heart stopped beat­ing. The mo­ment was fi­nally here. My lshu would be with me now. I got a feel that I was see­ing re­warded for my good karma till date (in­clud­ing the ones in my pre­vi­ous lives too). I went to the rest room. I did not want to pee soon af­ter she landed. I set my hair again, washed my face, wiped the sweat off my hands, and made sure to look good. Af­ter all, this was sup­posed to be the most spe­cial mo­ment in my life of 26 years. I went back to the ar­rival lounge, wait­ing for her. Peo­ple were mov­ing here and there.

And then, I saw her. There she was com­ing out of gate num­ber 2. Look­ing ever beau­ti­ful and most pretty. Dressed in a baby pink T and blue denim, paired with leather boots, open hair and min­i­mal ac­ces­sories. Man, she looked gor­geous! Sun shades were cov­er­ing her eyes. She was walk­ing to­wards me. My body froze. She re­moved her shades and now I could look into her eyes. Her eyes were an­gelic. They had a sparkle and a glow which con­veyed she was happy be­ing here. I held back my tears. I was thank­ful that she was fi­nally here, with me and for me! I loved her more than any­thing else in this world. And those eyes, in which I could see my face, spoke a mil­lion un­spo­ken words. She was here; stand­ing in front of me.

A ca­sual “Hi” and we hugged. I did not want to let go of her, but I re­alised that we were at the air­port. Af­ter re­leas­ing her, she came very close to my ear and said, “Nice cologne!” I was in sev­enth heaven, on cloud nine, or what­ever is higher than that. “Chalo, let’s go! Am sure you’d have planned lots for me. Am wait­ing for them. Bring it on!” she said with a smile.

“What about your lug­gage?” I en­quired. She told me that she had done a through check-in up to Syd­ney with a break jour­ney at Bangalore. So she did not have to bother about her bags. I was so lost in her eyes that each word she spoke was like mu­sic to my ears. She started walk­ing to­wards the exit and I fol­lowed her. I hadn’t still come to terms with my life that she was ac­tu­ally with me. I pinched my­self to con­firm that I was not dream­ing and these events were a part of re­al­ity.

the exit door, I joined her and she told me she was hun­gry. We walked to my car and be­fore she could en­ter it, I hugged her again. This time it was a tight hug. She hugged back, equally tight. I quickly planted a small kiss on her cheek and she smiled. I thanked her for com­ing to Bangalore and promised that I would make the next two days the most me­morable days in her life. The next two days passed in a jiffy. I did every­thing that I had planned to. She en­joyed it too.

And like all good things in the world come to an end, the Sun­day was here. It was the day she was leav­ing for Syd­ney. We were hav­ing our morn­ing cof­fee, and she picked up her mo­bile all of a sud­den. She started typ­ing some­thing on her phone. Within a minute, my phone beeped. It was her text, “These two days spent with you have been the most me­morable days of my life. You’ve made me feel so spe­cial. You are the best per­son I’ve met till date. Prom­ise me to be the same for­ever. And yea, I love you too.” I looked into her eyes. Both our eyes had tears. I was long­ing to hear these words from her. We hugged and kissed. This was for the first time I re­alised that love does ex­ist and it over­comes all

I wanted time to stand still, but it moved on. In the even­ing we were out shop­ping. I gifted her all that I wanted to, with a few more items added to the list. We had din­ner (Thai food again!) and it was time for her to leave. I dropped her at the air­port and in­sisted on stay­ing back till she boarded the flight.

bar­ri­ers and hur­dles. Af­ter know­ing each other for eight months and not hav­ing met, love blos­somed. It conquered the dis­tance of seven seas (In­dian Ocean, ac­tu­ally). We kept kiss­ing.

wanted time to stand still, but it moved on. In the even­ing we were out shop­ping. I gifted her all that I wanted to, with a few more items added to the list. We had din­ner (Thai food again!) and it was time for her to leave. I dropped her at the air­port and in­sisted on stay­ing back till she boarded the flight. She told me to re­turn home and not wait as it would be very dif­fi­cult for us to con­trol our emo­tions and also it would get too late if I stayed back. Like an obe­di­ent guy, I re­turned home with a heavy heart. Why could she not stay with me for­ever? Why did she have to go again? When would she come back? Her thoughts kept me rest­less. I started cry­ing. I re­ceived a text from her – “Tick­ets – Check, Check-in – Check, Im­mi­gra­tion – Check, Se­cu­rity – Check, Board­ing – Check and Vikki-ishu – Check!! Thanks for be­ing there al­ways. I love you lots.”

I smiled and replied, “Love you too! Come back soon!”

Ishu reached Syd­ney. I called her up, “Hey! How was your flight?” I en­quired.

“Ya, Vikki, I am tired. The food served on board wasn’t good ei­ther. I just want to sleep for a while now,” she said.

“Very well. Take rest. I’ll call you later,” I replied and got back to my work. I had a very hec­tic sched­ule that day with back-to-back meet­ings and I could not text her. My phone beeped in the even­ing. “Hey Was­sup?” she asked. Even be­fore I could re­ply, I got an­other text from her, “Been busy huh? No time for me?” An­other mes­sage fol­lowed. The third text was a wink smi­ley.

I smiled back and replied, “No mat­ter how busy I am, I would al­ways have time for you. I’ll be free for you, my dear. Slept well? Had some­thing to eat?”.

“Yeah! But then there’s some­thing more I want you to know. I miss you Vikki!” was the text.

“Me too and I love you,” I sent her.

“I love you too, and will al­ways do. You make me feel so spe­cial. No one has ever loved me the way you do. Thank you for com­ing into my life and mak­ing it won­der­ful,” she replied.

was at a loss for words now. I did not know what to re­ply. I just sat on my chair with the phone in my hand and a big smile on my face. I was in love with her right from the time I mes­saged her on the dat­ing site, but did not know about her feel­ings for me till a very long time later. It was only when she came to In­dia that I got to know that she loved me too. I was over­joyed as she was re­cip­ro­cat­ing my love and that too in such a beau­ti­ful way. I loved her more now. I was so long liv­ing in a black box, just dream­ing and imag­in­ing her love for me. And now, I felt as if the box had been opened and she had in­fused a new lease of life into my world that was beau­ti­fied by her love.

wrapped up for the day and got back home. I started look­ing back at my life and com­pared it with what I was to­day. I had changed a lot since Ishu came into my life. I was a nar­cis­sist be­fore. I al­ways used to feel that I was the best and I was Mr Per­fect in all ways. But af­ter know­ing Ishu, I wanted to be the Mr Per­fect she dreamt of. I used to en­quire about her def­i­ni­tion of be­ing Mr Per­fect and started mould­ing my­self into be­ing Ishu’s Mr Per­fect. She would al­ways tell me not to change for her sake and she liked me the way I was.

She loved me for my qual­i­ties, both good and bad. She wanted me to be the same and she ad­mired my in­di­vid­u­al­ity, hon­esty and the most im­por­tant qual­ity of be­ing my­self. She had said once, “You know, Vikki, what I like most about you? It is you who does not fake or pre­tend to be some­one else. You are al­ways your­self and that’s what I want.” She would openly crit­i­cise me for my wrong­do­ings at work, or with my fam­ily. I would take her ad­vice on every­thing I did. Be it of­fice, work, friends, fam­ily she would know it all.

Once, dur­ing our reg­u­lar con­ver­sa­tions, I men­tioned a par­tic­u­lar movie I badly wanted to watch. I sent her a text, “Hey! I want to go for this movie. But sadly, I have no one to come along with me to­day.”

“Your com­pany is so bor­ing. Why would any­one want to come for a movie with you?” she replied.

“Oh please! I know one girl for sure who would want to come with me!” I sent her back.

“And that is not me!” she snapped.

“Ob­vi­ously! How could that be you? You are in Syd­ney!” was my text.

“Yeah right. Had I been in Bangalore too, it would not have been any dif­fer­ent,” she sent with a wink smi­ley.

“Had you been here, it would have def­i­nitely been dif­fer­ent al­to­gether. I would not have even asked you for a movie. I would have forcibly taken you along,” I replied.

“Don’t even think about it. Looks like you’ve for­got­ten that my dad’s a mayor. You can’t imag­ine what would be the out­come if you even thought about do­ing such a thing,” she said.

“Oh come on, Ishu! I am not scared of any­one. Jab pyaar kiya to darna kya?” I sent her.

“Blush,” she replied and both of us burst into laugh­ter.

“I love you too, and will al­ways do. You make me feel so spe­cial. No one has ever loved me the way you do. Thank you for com­ing into my life and mak­ing it won­der­ful,” she replied.

I am a 19-year-old col­lege stu­dent. I am the only daugh­ter of very con­ser­va­tive par­ents. My par­ents love me very much and ful­fil my ev­ery wish. So, while I wished even when I was in school that I could have as much free­dom as my class­mates did, I re­ally can­not say that I was very un­happy then.

Af­ter I came to col­lege, my dis­sat­is­fac­tion be­gan to grow as I saw that my class­mates were en­joy­ing them­selves in ways that I was not al­lowed to by my par­ents. They were tak­ing part in de­bates, sports and other ex­tracur­ric­u­lar ac­tiv­i­ties and stay­ing in col­lege af­ter classes to fol­low their in­ter­ests with­out feel­ing shy.

But I couldn’t stay a minute af­ter my last pe­riod was over, as my par­ents kept a copy of my timetable for ev­ery day of the week. So, they knew when ex­actly I should get home. I must ad­mit that this was be­cause they were afraid for me and not be­cause they did not trust me.

Do­ing my first year in col­lege, I didn’t dare to even think of say­ing any­thing about how I felt to my par­ents. Now that I am in sec­ond year, I feel like re­belling. I have also had a cou­ple of em­bar­rass­ing ex­pe­ri­ences that have made me think about things more.

One ex­pe­ri­ence was when a male class­mate of mine who lives near me, dropped in one day to bor­row a book. My par­ents were scan­dalised and sat on ei­ther side of me the whole time that he was there, em­bar­rass­ing me and my class­mate. .

The sec­ond ex­pe­ri­ence was one day when it was rain­ing cats and dogs. I was stand­ing at the busstop soak­ing wet when a class­mate stopped his car and of­fered to drop me home. I just could not refuse the of­fer with­out ap­pear­ing quite mad. So, I got into the car and hoped that my par­ents would not no­tice who was drop­ping me home in the heavy rain.

Of course, they did be­cause they were wait­ing out­side the house un­der an um­brella! And again their be­hav­iour em­bar­rassed me. In­stead of thank­ing my class­mate, they looked at him with great sus­pi­cion and did not even ask him in for a cup of hot cof­fee.

I am now to­tally fed up and feel like ei­ther drop­ping out of col­lege, run­ning away from home or hav­ing an af­fair just to teach my par­ents a les­son. Please ad­vise. Though your par­ents dote on their only child and you un­der­stand that, you and your par­ents do not seem very close. If you were, you would be much more open with each other, and would have un­der­stood each other far bet­ter. You would have talked to them about your ex­cite­ment over be­ing in col­lege and they would have re­alised that they could trust you.

Any­way, it is never too late for peo­ple who love each other to try and un­der­stand each other. Af­ter all, your par­ents must also have re­alised that they are not on the same page as you are--- and un­der­stand­ing each other is what you and your par­ents should try to do.

So, talk to them frankly. Tell them what a won­der­ful ex­pe­ri­ence col­lege is and try and un­der­stand their wor­ries. Then work out a com­pro­mise that both of you can live with.

I have fallen deeply in love with a man who wants to spend his life as an artist. He says that he is sure that his great­ness will be recog­nised one day and that then his paint­ings will be worth mil­lions of ru­pees. But he adds that day may come af­ter his death.

The man I want to marry says that he will not work at any­thing else and that I must be ready to sup­port him till the day that his great­ness is ac­knowl­edged by the world.

I love him so much that I am ready to marry him and sup­port him till his great­ness is recog­nised. But my el­der sis­ter says that he is mak­ing a fool of me. She says that his “paint­ings” are just daubs and that he is just a lazy man out to be sup­ported all his life while he daubs paint on can­vas.

I love this man a lot, but he has never sold a paint­ing. On the other hand, I re­spect my el­der sis­ter whose ad­vice to me has never been wrong. What should I do?

His­tory has sev­eral of sto­ries of painters whose great­ness was recog­nised only af­ter their deaths. So, it is pos­si­ble that the man you love is one such per­son. But there is also the fact that peo­ple are much more knowl­edge­able about art these days, and so there is less chance of great­ness go­ing un­recog­nised.

The man you love seems a lit­tle too ready to set con­di­tions to mar­ry­ing you. He also seems to have al­ready de­cided that he will not be a suc­cess­ful artist. This neg­a­tivism does not au­gur well for your mar­riage. Af­ter all, there are many ways by which an artist can earn at least some money and still pur­sue his art.

You should def­i­nitely take your sis­ter’s ad­vice se­ri­ously.

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