The black brassiere!

It abruptly started at 1 am on one of the July weekends.  She claimed her superiority over me. I am always game. The count started.

She counted one, even I counted one.

She had a second, even I did.

Third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth.

The scores were parallel balanced. It was very easy till here for both of us. I was confident but even she seemed as if she owns an entire lingerie shop.
The counting was still on.

The halters, the push-ups, the cottons, the silks.

The lacy blacks, the funky fusia pink, the green sports’ and the lavender seemed t-shirt’.
The count was getting fierce.

Even the old comfortable white, whose mere existence was oblivious to me, came like an angel. (I bet, it is a sheer rescue for all the girls on that translucent white kurti day).
The bitch came out with a  “Oh! So sexy”  olive tube adding to her number.

We even counted the torn ones, the loose ones, the ones without the hooks and even the ones who had lost all their elasticity.

The padded ones, the extra- padded ones, the wired ones, we even counted the ones used as a swimsuit wear.

Seventeen, eighteen and nineteen.

The settled score was 19-17 with me holding the lower side. K I told you she carries a lingerie shop! (I think she cheated, I have been living with her for the past two years, she never had a one with the butterfly print. Cheater!)

I was still happy; it was a close call.

You know, whether it is a simple plain well fitted black brassiere under an exclusive Armani gown. It might make you a perfect 34 or it may distort your figure to nothing.

Infact not just in case of this.

Take a spark plug in a big heavy utility vehicle,

Or a  ten year old sim in the latest blackberry torch.

A basic Rs.10 chelpark ink in the most classy parker fountain pen.

A seed inside a fruit which is used to grow an entire new tree.

What is inside is always more important than what is outside.

Like c’mon! No one even thinks about the importance of the ink when the pen writes magnificently.

Isn’t the pen useless without the ink? Who cares the price of the pen then?

Isn’t it impossible to move the vehicle with no spark plug or a clogged one?

Isn’t a flashy book cover a waste without an interesting content?

Isn’t a smoker with honesty and integrity better than a saint who always talks God God God when all he does is foul, foul, and foul?.

Isn’t what is inside always better than what is outside?

And aren’t we way too blind to appreciate that?

And if you are girl or in case even if you are a guy, I need not tell you how important that simple piece of cloth is.;)