Self-absorbed ?

Mrs. L was waiting for this day

A big day indeed for her

A weekly outing with friends

Who all are more than a decade younger to her

For self, she looks way too young for her age.

One of her new online collections

Always waiting to be flaunted.

As luck would have it,

Even at 50, not a strand of hair has turned gray

Diet is what she makes clear to people around

To gorge in fruits, vegetables, and nuts at regular intervals.

Every woman she passes by

She has a comment

Either about their looks or their dressing style

It even comes down to minutia at times

The Complexion comes first, and then the features.

But always ends up with the standard conclusion

The softest and the flawless complexion possessed is none other than her

Her perfect pear-shaped figure and her fair skin are pitch perfect for any outfit.

All in all, she alone is the most perfect adorable piece.

A glass of warm water with lime or honey or a dip tea

Followed with the other set of morning chores

The clock may stop ticking but not her devised routine

Dot 8'o clock, she is all set to hit the gym.

Scurrying, she believes is the style of high-class people

Of businessmen, because she is a proud 'Bijness uman'

Hyper confidence oozes out of her when she does yoga after gym.

And she has the right

From XXXL to L was indeed a long eighteen-year journey

Pouring out bucks wasn't easy too.

Having made it up, from yex yex yel to yes and then to yem

Now maintaining the yel was quite a task

She is now an expert, giving pieces of advice to each one she comes across

Whether the person needs it or not, she is least bothered.

A know-it-all, the most only knowledgeable person she is

For herself.

About anything and everything she has vast information

Voicing out her suggestions, opinions, and discussions

She thinks is her responsibility.

For her, she is the only one who is always right in every way.

On this D-day, she looked perfect

Eyebrows lined perfectly with the pencil

A small black bindi at the limited small center between the brows

Mixing shades of lipsticks, the eyeshadow too was perfect

The eyeliner was uneven, and the lipstick smudged

It did not matter much to her

She prefers to be Eng at heart

And so is always surrounded by eng gals.

She looked at herself for one last time in the mirror

Double checking the plans of her dressing style

Pride swelled inside her

Her bulbous arms squeezed themselves perfectly

Without much effort this time

Just a little plump she said to herself

And even the legs into the leggings

Just fit in perfectly, with little of bulge and arch

And her straightened hair, uff!

Admiring her reflection head to toe

'Smashingly ravishing, what chance do the rest have now?'

She said to herself.

The delectable show was now out

In the crowd, among the large circle of friends

She was all praises with approval smiles

Absorbing it all, she lapped up with a big smile.

Soch, she says slowly emphasizing the round of the O in the word

And the other one I wore last week was from Myntra

She volunteers though none questions

There still are a few more trendy ones, she adds on

Her dragging words with intonation with sugar-coated sweetness

never goes unattended.

Showing off her ample curves

Posing for the pictures, pouting or pretentious innocence

A lop-sided smile or show just the right amount of teeth

What she believes brings out the perfect picture of hers

Which soon becomes the profile pic of her Whats App for the next few hours.

All the pictures always have two versions

One with shades and the other without

And the backgrounds too are fixed

Either leaning to the tree outside or at the exit door

Which for her seems to give a posh and colourful background.

But there always is that one odd out in the crowd

Who always is quick on the uptake

She wishes to tell Mrs. L

Each one has their own battles and struggles in life

And to survive and be successful they have their own ways of living

Just like you.

Instead of being judgmental about others

Let's look at our own flaws and improvise ourselves.

But choosing to be silent the odd one intends to wait

Until her tolerance level permits

For the odd one is well aware

How self-obsessed Mrs. L is!