29. And We Met/ Part Five
In a rare violation of the rules, I decided to wear a different top from the dull shirt, which was part of the uniform. I picked out a fabulous white Indian muslin shirt, with delicate embroidery in the same colour. My face flushed with pleasure as I checked my appearance in the mirror. My light complexion was glowingly set off by the brightness of the white colour, which served as a powerful contrast to the darkness of my hair and my eyes, besides enhancing the effect produced by my change of make-up. The first positive response to my carefully decked-out appearance came from the eyes of the male co-workers when I got into the bus; my feminine satisfaction soared. Fury smiled, and poked me with her elbow as I sat down next to her, ‘Hmm, what’s going on kiddo?’ A meaning smile was my only response. As we drew up to the office buildings, Fury spouted out in her usual lovable manner, ‘Go get him, kiddo’. She jested, holding her head high, fist clenched in the air, as if she were at a ra