She took a long hot bath. The heavenly smell of rose water spread all across the apartment. I was impatiently waiting for her in front of the dressing table. I want her to be wholly mine before she puts on any powder and paint.  Even the carpet was waiting for her to come out, to feel her wet foot.

Finally, the princess opened the door slowly. She was damn beautiful in that smooth silky gown. She smiled at me. Oh, how can I resist her seductive looks? Still I just pretended as if I was looking out of the balcony window.. She came to me with that naughty smile, hugged me so tightly, that I couldn’t even breathe. Then…



Then she put me on her face. She wanted me with her always. No one can take their eyes off her ‘masked’ face. Yes, I am the MASK who protects you from being hurt or rejected.

Let me say Honesty is the best policy, which is true. But what if someone feels exhausted living in an authentic way.. Ah! , is that possible..? Maybe that’s why people start to wear me to hide their identity and finally forget who they were actually. I am the sign of your weakness. Think twice before you put me on

It is always said that men are more visual..

But is it not just an excuse to hide some thing under a mask?