connects

i had finished an hour of Zomba dance workout, and 'als well' chemicals swarming in the brain.

..to add to the sense of well being was the fact that the local i got, was almost empty.

.i catch my favorite window seat, untie my shoelaces, and put my socked feet onto the opposite bench, and wait for the local to start.

in walks an eunuch,dusky skin tones, wearing a saree, that strategically does not cover all of her well shaped boobs..and yet since there is no cleavage peering out, it looks nice..she has used a lip liner, but no lipstick..her mannerisms catch the attention,maybe because she is not in a hurry at all...her hip shaking is attractive, mainly because its not a parody of how women are supposed to hipshake..its not exaggerated, and hence seem natural. she is humming a song, in a very feminine tone.

 i stare at her, as its rare that eunuchs are this attractive...at least not the ones that beg in second class local trains in Mumbai (of course ive seen more attractive ones in other places, i must admit).

I think, she knows i find her attractive,, cause when she stretches her palms, there is a sense of equality.
.i shake my head firmly.
.i dont give alms on principle.....
.she smiles a small smile naughtily.
..cant u spare a rupee? she challenges..
.i say no....
 really? smiles again,
 and now im hooked into the conversation.
..her smile makes me react..
.il give u just two bucks, i tell her.
..just give me one.. she counters.
. i dig into my purse, and hand her the coin
...can u please smile as u give me the coin, she requests, and i cant help grinning..
.she blesses me. 
and suddenly i want to hug her...
.i settle for a hand shake..
. she perhaps realizes, that i want a hug too,
 for she suddenly sits down close to me, bodies touching...i hug her, and she hugs back...then she leaves to beg from the others.

 my last impression was that her body temperature is colder than mine.. :)