The clock was ticking at its usual pace, but to her it seemed a tad slow. She wrung her hands in anticipation and pulled at the rings on her fingers. The grandfather clock chimed to mark the next hour and with that she swept away her beautiful curly hair from her face only to let them loose once again. She rubbed her fingers on her face out of restlessness for the evening was nowhere in sight; the sun shone strongly and seemed adamant to set anytime soon. It wasn’t her fault because this day had been planned a long time ago. They were going to meet after months of endless calls, distance, and fights fueled by frustration and longing. This was a price one had to pay when in a long distance relationship.

There were hours to kill and two hours long dance class to attend.  It was this thought that had her smiling after hours. She loved to dance more than anything else and wouldn’t miss it for the world, not even for this day. This is where she let go of all her troubles and embraced the beauty of the beats. She knew it without doubt that it was her love for dance that would make the time fly effortlessly.

She rubbed her face once again as it seemed to itch, but gave it not more than a few seconds of thought. The day and the moment demanded efforts like never before: first came the face scrub to bid a farewell to the dead skin, followed by a neem tulsi face pack to close the exposed pores, and finally the aloe vera gel. Scrubbed, cleansed, and with a spring in her step she walked out of the home but not before putting a few essentials in her bag.

After sweating away on the rhythm of ghunghroos, her face glowed with the exhaustion, but it continued to itch. She couldn’t be bothered because the time was there and nothing could dampen her spirits.

However, one look in the mirror drained her face of all the joy. The weather, sweat, and anxiety had led to red angry patches all over, which were hard to conceal. A few splashes of cold water wouldn’t do the trick and the stress was only making things worse. The glow had been replaced by a red tinge of embarrassment and a burst of pimples.  She couldn’t face herself in the mirror or look at the people around her. It felt as if every pair of eyes was staring at her.

A desperate search in the bag revealed her saviour: Garnier Pure Active Neem Face Wash, on which she had been depending for months. But in the moment of despair all hope seemed lost to her.

Escaping the whispers and snickers, she trudged slowly with a downcast face to where he stood, but couldn’t muster the courage to meet his eye. His face was aglow with happiness but he couldn’t fathom her reluctance to come close to him. She stood a few steps away from him in the shadow for the marks of humiliation were writ large on her face.

He stepped forward to pull her into a hug, but was taken aback by the sight in front of him. It was hard for him to believe that the beautiful and happy girl he knew could even look like this.

One look at his face and she couldn’t stop cursing the pimples on her face and the tears rolling down her cheeks. She turned around and mumbled incoherently about the sudden burst of acne. On grasping the confused emotions and the reason for the outburst, he gently pushed her towards the car. A half-hearted look in the mirror reflected the churning emotions in her face. Fear gave way to surprise and happiness for now she saw what he had seen. It was the sadness in place of pleasure that had made him pull back from her; she thought the pimples to be the reason for his frown. Garnier Pure Active Neem Face Wash had soothed the redness on her face leaving behind only a few pimples, which were barely visible. She turned towards him and found herself being kissed on the forehead; a gesture that again filled her up with hope and the lost time seemed like a thing of past. So, she realised that the real beauty lay behind a radiant smile.

This blog post is a part of Garnier Pure Active Neem Face Wash contest. 

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