Kohl

Kohl. I’ve been tossing and turning the word around in my mind, until I found some dignity for it deep inside my thoughts. Nothing as bold as the colour of it, but just some words that signify how happy and womanly the stick full of vigour makes me. The deep, dark line of charcoal that makes me, and I’m sure all women, feel like we have good eyes, no matter how out of depth, or pasty, or squinchy our original eyes are. Hence, an originality different from the real originality. Not just a cosmetic, but an armour, a guide— not just chemical, but a mysterious novel, not just charcoal but a script, a potboiler at that, speaking of all our tears, of woes as well as of joy. All our big and small moments, reflected by that one fine line of dignity beneath the eyes. :”)