Last weekend of the year in City lights.

He drinks with strange friends, picks a brawl with one of them, till he bleeds, cause one of them commented about his personal Life and his relationships.

He calls desperately to his most trusted Lady friend, the One who wears beautiful high heels, and voice with that of hot chocolate smoothie, She comes in exactly 5 minutes in her expensive car, slides down the car in stylish charm.

He hugs her, and the two enter the apartment while she parks his car in an unique angle,☺ and The corridors smells of her perfume, the giggles they share, I feel happy my fellow blogger and writer is having a good time.

Silently happy that my drunken neighbor is safe, and the lady drove his car.

In the morning I wake up to pick my milk packets , newspaper getting ready for my Gym.The drunken neighbors lady friend in her late 30’s comes out breaking the empty glass bottles, to which I was concerned about the broken glass hurting her well manicured feet says “hey ,are you hurt?”and points to glass,

She blinks but then looks down at the broken bottles of Vodka it read so, She smiled gently and giggled in a bell like effect and said softly “no sweetheart”

I smiled as always and in Phatic communication said “Good morning, have a nice day”☺

She smiles, pats my cheek, in certain fondness, the smell of her perfume stays all over the place…me watching her beautiful long legs with pointed heels, and stand there admiring her walk.☺

As a female Artist I think about a song which reminds me of her prettiness, Mambo no 5. She is Mambo no 5 of all the girls who he brings home on weekends, being a Bachelor in his late 30’s.

People are all stuck in their own glass boxes, and as a female Artist, I care for the lady who smiled at me and gave me a pat, and to me she is very pretty lady indeed.

I know nothing about who, what or why she was here, but its because of her,I danced to the song whole day, went to my Shoe shop.

Purchased a nice pair of Comfortable sandals, being a 6 feet woman heels is banned by my family ,and shook hands with all the Sales kids, who lovingly ran to greet me.

Then visited my parlour keeping her in mind and asked for a shea butter facial and hair spa treatments,as if I was ordering chariots for her Highness,☺ me,and even tried to figure out the perfume she wore, she smelled of Biscuits , a sweet smell.

Every Sunday I might simply run to window expecting Lady mambo no 5, I named her that, she is pretty ☺

Life has many choices, as an Artist in love with life, and appreciate beauty of all especially that of these lovely women who are muses, valkyries, and Pillars of epitome of charms, I cannot but ignore the Men but admire the women who steal all these hearts including mine.

“A thing of beauty is an Joy forever”

Dedicating this Art to lady mambo no 5, please take care, Miss.♡

Thanks if you read it till here, Greetings from

Subhasunshine, chennai, South India.

Giving applause to 2015, for lessons learnt, and cheers for 2016, dreaming , sketching , sharing, Loving …..life♡