My son Fazal, is growing into a nice young man blessed with a great physique. He is outstanding in sports but average in his studies. Ali does not mind his performance in studies because he is clearly going to join his business.
So that day I dressed in a bright yellow chiffon saree to attend the sports meet. Today I wanted to be at my best because my son was participating in many of the competitions and I was really proud of him.
I wore minimum makeup because I prefer it that way. I hate to look at women who simply look plastered with makeup trying to hide the reality underneath.
I reached the school on time to be greeted by my excited son. Fazal got me a seat in the area only reserved for teachers because that had the best view.
He had struck a deal with his physical instructor and principal because my son was one of the best in the school when it came to sports. So I settled in my seat surrounded by teachers.
I felt like a VIP sitting there with the best view. Right next to me, the newly appointed principal Mr. Akash was seated. Today was the first time I was meeting him.
He looked like an average middle aged man with a small pot belly. I chuckled to myself that maybe he should also participate in sports so it helps him loose some belly fat.
I was already enjoying the lustful gazes of other men folk who had come to cheer their children. Then the sports meet was flagged off by Akash and the games started.
Akash sat back striking a up conversation with me. Like typical of most men, he too was stealing glances at my cleavage often looking from over my shoulder.
He showered me with more appreciation the moment he found out that I was Fazal’s mother. He was a good conversationalist and got my attention very quickly.
He said “the moment I saw you Mrs. Karishma I thought you were Fazal’s elder sister”. This was the first time I heard something like this and it made me blush.
I replied “I think you are going overboard with your flattery Mr. Akash”. He said “well I am disappointed that you passed off my honest opinion as flattery”.
I quickly replied “ohh don’t be disappointed Mr. Akash, I love your compliments. Thank You”. He smiled and said “you can call me Akash only”.
I also quickly replied “you can also call me Karishma only then”. The meet continued and he personally flagged off every event giving the participants some real motivation.
He made me feel special as the sports meet progressed and Fazal won medals after medals. He rained me with appreciation for my good upbringing.
While sitting alongside him, our bodies were brushing against each other. I took it lightly because the space was little tight so this was naturally bound to happen.
No one ever before in my life has made me feel so good and elated with just a simple conversation. He even went to the extent of saying “I am feeling lucky to be sitting next to the prettiest lady in this event today”.
I replied “sorry Akash, you are wrong this time. Look around, there are so many women much more prettier than me”. He looked me deep in my eyes and said “Karishma do you think I am talking about visible beauty only? Look around, how many women do you see whose child has excelled as good as Fazal in today’s event”?