Seems prosaic after all those hot Recollections today on the other site I’m writing this short one – no pun- on this site.
It was in seventh grade!
While I always remember my Mom primly saying she never wore makeup “unlike those Punjabi ladies” (swathed in makeup, I always thought so nice!) – she was even more dominant..hehe.
Not in a good way either for kids. All about the mind, again, but anyway, in 7th grade our Biology teacher was an Indian lady.
Slim, sexy, wore sarees showing that wonderful upper arm off!
Those were the days boys got those brutal punishments in school!
Remember Vandana?
My civics teacher?
Still remember my Math teacher not slapping me that hard, doing it to a friend in 11th grade – and him inquiring if I bedded her to get special treatment…
Hehe.
Whack!
There showed up the slap for me just in time. Anyway, back to nailpaint or nailpolish whichever the Madams reading this prefer xo..
And I remember being mesmerized by the nailpaint on her hands – and the nail POLISH on Madams big toes. Hehe. Lovely feet too!
Her hands were really what stood out though.
I was so embarassed thinking about it!
One day I asked my friend Gaurav (Indian) what that “blood” was on her hands.
And he laughed at me.
“That’s nailpolish, don’t you know that”
Of course I did.
But I was soo tooo shy to say what I really wanted!
Many of you still are.
Don’t be.
Accept it.
Your life at, under an Indian woman’s lovely dominant soles…
You’ll never be happier once you accept it!
Best
Mike
PS – Always remember thinking how girls, even at a younger age when there is no difference – got away with very little physical punishment. They did get their skirts pulled down though when they hiked it up too much.
Not that skirts mattered that much – as you can tell here. Hehe.
