Lady in Purple

While pigging on a few ice-creams with a friend of mine at a Mc Donald’s outlet last week, we couldn’t help our ice-creams melt away due to our inattention, as our eyes were transfixed at an adjacent table on a lady in purple clothes who had her left index finger furiously and incessantly rotating inside her left nostril. She was seated with a nondescript male, very possibly a husband to her, who seemed not to notice her nostril excavations while talking to her. He spoke a lot, looking at her face all the time, pointedly avoiding her nose, we noticed however that no words were forthcoming from her, she only stared back at him while continuing her nostril drilling with an expression that conveyed a blend of dogged concentration and unmitigated pleasure. Neither did she extract any findings from this excavation, nor did she change the venue to the right nostril. She must have continued so for not less than fifteen minutes, by which time our ice creams had melted completely and had become warm milkshakes instead. Thanks to her, this was one memorable afternoon of my life, which actually is a rather telling comment on the quality of life that I lead.