by Prema Sastri
(Bangalore,India)
Back to Face of the Year Part I
Part 2
He was looking for something new.
The old faces were not selling products.
Tight curls;straight hair;pouting lips;smoky eyes.
He had tried them all.
Nobody wanted them.
The goods remained on the shelves.
He was no longer a super promoter.
At thirty five he was as has been.
Then he saw her,
Ringing up his purchases.
One eye was green,
The other brown,
He phoned a photographer,
Rushed her to the studio.
There had never been a face like hers,
Eyes of different colours.
Mayhem features,
Scanty hair,
They loved her.
Her face appeared in magazines,
On television,
On hoardings,
The products she featured rolled off the shelves.
She was The Face Of The Year.
He was back in society.
Sought after,
Admired!
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She lived in a luxury apartment.
It had five bedrooms,
Five cars in parking spaces,
There were diamonds round her neck,
More in the locker.
There was cash in the drawers,
Deposits in the bank,
Everyone envied her,
She had it all.
She had him,
The most desirable man in town.
She bore his name,
She wore his ring,
He owned her,
He owned all that she had,
He escorted her everywhere.
Hustled her into a waiting car.
Crowds surged around them.
She waved,
They drove away.
Went to exclusive restaurants.
There was a hushed silence as they entered.
No one spoke to them.
There was never anyone else at their table.
He saw to that.
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Back to Face of the Year Part I
To be continued in Part 3