I love kohl…a swish of dark, sooty kohl and you’re transformed from the girl-next-door to an exotic, mysterious, alluring woman. Well.....that’s what happens to OTHER fortunate ladies. Me??? I wear kohl and look like any of the following:
#1: a panda that partied into the wee hours
#2: The Queen of The Night People
#3: Amitabh Bachchan in Agneepath
#4: Morticia Addams' baby-sister
Try as I might, my kohl never stays put…it wanders and meanders and wants to say Hello! to my cheekbones. It scares small children and innocent animals (Well okay, I exaggerate), but seriously….it’s kind of pathetic that I am still struggling with something so basic.
Maybe it’s a sign….something along the lines of “thou-shalt-continue-your-reign-as-Betty-Cooper”and as a footnote “thou-shalt-never-be-mistaken-for Egyptian-queen-who-bathed –in-asses'-milk".
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