P had been invited to a party that evening by the local youngsters and he had wanted to turn up looking young and good. Looking at himself in the mirror as he was brushing his hair into spikes, he found a gray hair peeking out. He parted his hair with his fingers to grab and uproot the culprit when he found that there were a few more of those whites scattered on his crown. He was devastated. It looked like age had finally caught up with him. He could only blame all those “Oh come on …. Grow up!!!” comments he often received from his friends and family. His body must have started listening to them perhaps, he thought.
He peered at himself more closely in the mirror. His heart fell as he saw tiny lines on his forehead, around his eyes and mouth. “Wrinkles” P muttered in shock! A few gray hairs were alright and might even be welcome. It could give him a dignified, salt and pepper look. As for the wrinkles, he decided that some skin renewal had to be done urgently…..
P made several phone calls to friends to find home remedies for blemishes and fine lines. Scanning through a lot of information, he finally picked chick pea flour, eggs, turmeric powder, lemon juice and honey. He closed all the window blinds and curtains to give the impression that no one was home. He did not want to be surprised by any visitors with his vanity treatments on. Gathering all the needed stuff from his kitchen,he made a paste according to the directions he had read, applied the pack on his face and sat down to do the daily crossword.
Quite soon, there was a knock on the door and P walked to the window and peered through the curtains. It was only his neighbor who had come to collect his garden shears that P had borrowed. Hastily P gathered the shears and opened the door.
“What the…..!” words choked in the neighbor’s throat in fright at the sight of the masked being coming at him with the shears…
“Oh, it’s only me” said P.
“What happened to your face?” asked the neighbor anxiously.
P then had to explain to his neighbor about all his troubles with his looks and how he was worried that he may not get a girl friend or a wife and so on…
“Don’t worry too much about your looks P,” comforted the neighbor. “It’s what is inside that matters.”
“Oh? Are you sure?” asked P. “I don’t think I have much inside as well!” he said after a quick glance, inwards.
“Well, then that’s what you need to work on. You need a good person to be your friend or wife, and to such people, definitely it will be what’s inside that counts”, said the neighbor.
P stood stunned at his doorway as his neighbor collected the shears from his hands and left. Gathering his wits about, he walked back into his drawing room and looked around, more thoroughly this time. He rushed out into the porch and managed to catch his neighbor just as he reached the gate.
“Hey! Do you know any good, interior decorators?” he shouted.
P’s confidence was in tatters,
His looks brought him to tears;
‘It’s what is inside that matters’,
Is often what one hears.
Yet these words brought no solace,
He couldn’t help feeling inferior;
Though he worried less about his face,
He had to redo his shabby interior…