#Beautybath
#RhituparnaChakraborty
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Rashmi told herself, ‘Aah, today I am going to drown myself in the glory of beauty care.’ Saying that, she screamed, ‘Sameer….. keep the things ready, I will quicky go get my beauty stuff.’ Sameer smiled and said, ‘Yes…. will keep things ready. You can do your beauty regime today.’
It was drizzling and the weather was chilly. Rashmi rushed and got the things she needed for her Sunday beauty regime. She then untied her long curls of hair and untangled them with her fingers taking care that no strands broke. She then carefully draped a soft cotton cloth all over her body loosely and, while holding it, took of her kurta, leggings and her inner garments. She then wrapped the cloth snugly from her bosom till her knees. She then took a tiny bottle of oil and applied oil on the exposed part of her body and massaged thoroughly till every drop of oil was absorbed by her skin.
Sameer came just then and said, ‘Aha, my pretty wife…..’ Rashmi blushed and said, ‘Stop flirting now. Is everything ready?’ Sameer said, ‘Yes Ma’am. You can go ahead and bathe. If you need something, I will be at your service.’
Humming a song, Rashmi went ahead for her Sunday beauty bath. The water was ready. The weather was chilly. Sameer came and stood in front of Rashmi, while Rashmi tore the shampoo satchet, poured the entire content in her hands, made a lather and massaged her hair with the shampoo foam. She then checked if the cloth she had draped was tight enough so that it does not fall off. After that, she took the cold water from the water bucket Sameer had kept there and bent and washed her hair. The rains became fiercer. Rashmi continued bathing. She got time to take proper shower only on Sundays.
Sameer stood like a wall guarding Rashmi’s privacy from passers by. Being gypsy construction workers, they never had privilege of closed, private bathrooms. Rashmi detested anyone staring at her body. Monday to Saturday she would bathe in the evening, in the dark, after Sameer came. Sundays she would insist Sameer to stand guard in the morning so that she could bathe peacefully.
