The Last Smile - A Short Story
Her hand rose and tucked the loosened locks of hair back to place revealing a pair of well-shaped eyebrows flanking her kohl eyes on either side of a round nose, where a nose pin sat beautifully in its place, visible occasionally when she turned towards the window. Her mother was busy conversing with others in the compartment. She smiled at intervals, listening to her mother’s talks, and her pinkish lips gave away a fine set of well-shaped incisors. Her face flushed when she smiled as a consequence of which a rosy tint filled her fair cheeks. She was dressed in black jeans and a yellow V-neck kurti, with sleeves running halfway down her forearm; she wore no jewelry besides her nose pin. Also, a stole wrapped around her neck, hung low above her bosom, as it should be, a barricade for unwelcome onlookers. She took a sip from the bottle; her cheeks bulged for a moment, and then flattened. A drop of water evaded her lips and trickled down her chin. It dangled th