<p>Women are very beauty conscious I have heard, but to what extent I never knew. All my life, books were my only companion apart from some male friends. So I never thought about being beautiful or the need to go to a beauty parlour for that.<br /><br />My friends, who are guys, were better informed than me about these things. “Why don’t you get a facial and waxing done?” asked a friend of mine (needless to say, a guy). I must have been an alien to him since these jargons were like Greek and Latin to me. <br /><br />Now that I was forced into this conversation I thought I should get these things done before getting more embarrassed. Instead of getting beautiful, my skin got burnt due to over heating of the semi-molten liquid that they applied on me for waxing. Hence, I decided that it was not my cup of tea and never entered a parlour again.<br /><br />Nevertheless, more beauty tips flowed into my ears every time we met. “Hey, you have an uneven skin complexion”, said another friend who met me after a long time. “Go to a good place this time and don’t get burnt like a chicken”, he said. Hoping to put an end to all these comments, I went online to check some deals in a couple of cosmetic skin clinics (as I was already traumatised with parlours). I found one and gathering courage, I went there. The dermatologist looked at me and said that I have a normal skin tone which is good and a little uneven skin complexion which can be treated in two or three sessions. I asked for their charges guessing that it would at least be a four digit figure per session.<br /><br />The executive in charge of the pricing walked into the room and threw a pleasant smile at me while I was still enjoying the feel of the ambience. She sat opposite me and wrote down the pricing on a sheet of paper and turned it towards me.<br /><br />Phew! All my excitement and happiness just vanished in a fraction of a second. <br /><br />Controlling my anxiety and readjusting my facial and body language with a smile, I looked at the five digit amount that flashed across my eyes. <br /><br />My three months salary was their ‘beauty package’ bill. Just then, my ancestors’ words echoed like lightning. “Beauty is heart deep, not skin deep.”Indeed, I understood that skin deep beauty comes for a very high price whereas the beauty within costs just a smile and I preferred to just smile it off.</p>
<p>Women are very beauty conscious I have heard, but to what extent I never knew. All my life, books were my only companion apart from some male friends. So I never thought about being beautiful or the need to go to a beauty parlour for that.<br /><br />My friends, who are guys, were better informed than me about these things. “Why don’t you get a facial and waxing done?” asked a friend of mine (needless to say, a guy). I must have been an alien to him since these jargons were like Greek and Latin to me. <br /><br />Now that I was forced into this conversation I thought I should get these things done before getting more embarrassed. Instead of getting beautiful, my skin got burnt due to over heating of the semi-molten liquid that they applied on me for waxing. Hence, I decided that it was not my cup of tea and never entered a parlour again.<br /><br />Nevertheless, more beauty tips flowed into my ears every time we met. “Hey, you have an uneven skin complexion”, said another friend who met me after a long time. “Go to a good place this time and don’t get burnt like a chicken”, he said. Hoping to put an end to all these comments, I went online to check some deals in a couple of cosmetic skin clinics (as I was already traumatised with parlours). I found one and gathering courage, I went there. The dermatologist looked at me and said that I have a normal skin tone which is good and a little uneven skin complexion which can be treated in two or three sessions. I asked for their charges guessing that it would at least be a four digit figure per session.<br /><br />The executive in charge of the pricing walked into the room and threw a pleasant smile at me while I was still enjoying the feel of the ambience. She sat opposite me and wrote down the pricing on a sheet of paper and turned it towards me.<br /><br />Phew! All my excitement and happiness just vanished in a fraction of a second. <br /><br />Controlling my anxiety and readjusting my facial and body language with a smile, I looked at the five digit amount that flashed across my eyes. <br /><br />My three months salary was their ‘beauty package’ bill. Just then, my ancestors’ words echoed like lightning. “Beauty is heart deep, not skin deep.”Indeed, I understood that skin deep beauty comes for a very high price whereas the beauty within costs just a smile and I preferred to just smile it off.</p>
