Black and White

How could I do it? I wouldnt want the world to know. I couldnt just ask for it in a store teeming with people...I would hate to make it public. And thus, I often found myself looking out for not-so-populated medical stores. That day was no different. It was about 8PM...a chemist shop in Janakpuri, a residential area of New Delhi. I had noticed that there was only one customer in the shop. When the chemist had asked me what I wanted, I had pretended to read the instructions in a bottle of cough syrup. I waited for the customer to leave so I could ask for my stuff. The chemist asked again "do you want some cough syrup?" I replied in the negative. Gearing myself to ask for it, as I turned around, I realised that the original customer's place was taken by two young guys. I fidgeted. The chemist sensed a feeling of discomfort in me. He first walked towards some "women only stuff". I shook my head. Next, he looked at me and walked towards a pack of condoms. Gosh!! No, that was not what I wanted. I could feel myself going a deep crimson, er...deeper shade of brown. The young guys were smirking. I squealed aloud - "Fair and Lovely". Gosh, was I embarrased or what?! I loved my complexion - it had a fair share of melanin, but I loved it. However, something about this cream offsetted the oily nature of my skin. I could kill the makers of the cream for naming a cream as such. This was of course much before I discovered the oil-free moisturisers. Thank God for alternatives.