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And she got her nose pierced....


Shimmering studs, glittering stones, glinting rings….they all looked amusingly beautiful, but only at chiseled noses… that was she belief, so nose rings..nopes….they are just not meant for her outspread nose….but with all her exhilaration she planned for the big day!! The thought of puncturing the sensitive nosy chilled down her spine. And her quivering mind followed every lass with pierced nose. Had it been among the office colleagues, or amidst a crowded market complex. Not even she let the studded noses off her mind while brisk walking for temple every morning. She was living with it in every thought of hers. Realized it when the other day pandit ji shook her vehemently while distributing Prasad n she found herself lost in chasing the beauty of a glimmered nose of a lady next to her.

Oh she had enough! needed to get in action now, so after much research, one fine evening; she walked up to the guy. The minute she landed there, was all welcomed. The guy claimed to be proficient in his profession. Not to miss his much accoladed paper cuttings that raved about his skill, carrying pictures of some hippies getting their navel, brows, nose pierced. Convinced she was that the guy has the knack of his job. And then she sat on her haunches. Her heart was constantly skipping its beat and a peculiar sensation in her nose. The guy was all prepared with his instruments and it was then when after much thought process, she decided to give in. There the acuminous wire penetrated in her tender skin, echoed with her squelched screams, piercing the hush around and splash of water rolling down and kissing her cheeks Bingo.... Done!

She was one happy girlie. The days were not the same from thereon, as she felt the heaviness of a mountain on her little nose. While taking shower dancing in the washroom, often her hands accidentally slipped towards the new ornament followed by a loud scream. She was taking extra care while washing her face, wiping it from the edges and skipping the area surrounding the ring. And the worst, she found almost impossible flaring her nostrils which went parallel with gnashing when she was angry. But the thought of roots behind this new stud contributing to her beauty wiped the ache of ages.

Times flee and there stood the piercing. Now a stud glitters on her face. Though she longs for an eye who could see and groove on but the twinkling of the stud reminds her how she got her nose pierced, leaving a grin floating across her lips. :)

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