I just returned from a trip to an Indian beauty salon in Mumbai.
There was a lady who was standing there with a chair in front of her.
The chair was a very nice chair, and she had the most beautiful eyes.
I asked her if she wanted to take it home.
She said she didn’t have time.
Then she took out the chair and put it in the corner, and I could not stop thinking about her.
I wanted to sit next to her and tell her how good the chair was.
I was sitting there with my friends and our faces in the air.
She was sitting on the chair, talking to a man who was taking her order.
When I was about to leave, she suddenly turned around and asked me: What did you do today?
I said, I came back from the beauty salon and I wanted my chair.
She replied, I can’t have it.
And she sat on the bench, staring at me.
I started to cry.
She looked so beautiful.