I could only offer an artificial smile to the eyes staring at me,
Not for any offence but simply for what I wore on an occasion.
I was clean bold when another bouncer came from inquisitive eyes looking for an attire that would have drawn the attention of many.
My words just halted at the tip of my tongue, ‘what if I say I was least bothered to see any such thing’?
That reminded me of my father’s mantra, ‘You need to be presentable wherever you go’.
But I am yet to know which eyes to be followed,
The ones which may simply ignore me when I feel to be at the cloud nine
Or the ones that might praise me at a time when my own eyes might inquire …… who are you?
