! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Secret Of Beauty! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

M Mamta Agarwal
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Sitting with my feet in a hot tub Full of soap suds and a gentle scrub. The smart, young attendant said with a smile Mam, just let go and relax for a while. Feet have more than a dozen acupressure Points, it will take just under an hour Before I am done, and your dainty feet Feel rejuvenated, and you sleep in your seat. He was right; I did feel restful and nodded off Woke, when heard him ask, pink or mauve I mean nail enamel, massaging my calves. ‘I can see you love your job’, he laughed. Lovely damsels with feet on my lap What more could want a young chap? This was my first experience of pedicure He saw to it that had no complaints for sure. He did everything with focus and flair A quality I find has become quite rare. Was pleasantly surprised, well, a wee bit To spot a senior citizen, beside me sit. Catching up with his clients on mobile, While I scribbled merrily, for a while. Our eyes met, he said, I Have diabetes Doctor’s orders must take care of my feet. There was life buzzing in the parlour. Outside it was drizzling at that mid noon hour. I got up feeling light, a spring in my feet. And stepped out with a parasol, on the street. My mother’s words came rushing to my mind, she said Chinese used to bind the feet of young girls, I read Cruel, indeed; don't get entrapped by painted lips and cheeks. Told my brother to choose a girl who takes care of her feet.

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