Wednesday, 15 April 2020

Makeup - Stories from an ICU waiting room #AtoZChallenge

Even normally I find being all made up all the time impossible. And I find the ones who are able to do it daunting. I will write another time about females who are always perfectly decked up, but suffice it to say here that I wonder how they manage it... always.

If there is one place where one would let up on this being always decked up habit, it would be an ICU waiting area. And I was correct in my assumption. But then exceptions are always there. 

The 'daunting' duo of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. The patient was the mother-in-law's father-in-law.
The two were pretty friendly and talkative with everyone, but somehow they never talked much about what ailed the patient. And why the husbands never stayed the night or even through the day. They would come to visit, but it was this duo who was there throughout.

I wrote previously about how love is not always the motivation to be there. These two were a good example.
Their spirits were almost always high, at least high compared to most others there.
But it was their daily makeup regimen that was the biggest shock to me.

Every morning around 7:30, the two could be found in front of the mirrors of the washroom. It was a big mirror behind four washbasins with granite counter, the kind you find in shopping malls.
An unrelated thought - am I ever visiting a shopping mall again? And I am smiling at my thought that if not, I don't remember when I visited one again. Almost like, I don't remember our last kiss. Which movie/TV show is this from? Or is it from more than one?

So, back from the digression. The two had one pretty big (big from my point of view, at least) make up pouch that they shared and they worked perfectly in tandem.
The light wasn't great there, so they would ask each other about whether the lipstick and eyeliner were properly applied, etc. The whole process took about 20-25 minutes.
The mother-in-law, a little overweight in her perfectly-draped sari, and the daughter-in-law, perfect figure, in jeans and t-shirt, would leave the washroom at the end of that almost half hour and stand out among the others. Did they know that they were so different? Did they care?


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