People

I killed time waiting in the Mumbai International Airport for my friends to arrive by scrutinizing the faces of all the Indian women who walked back and forth in front of me. It was really rather interesting, all the varieties of noses and eyes and ears that can exist in one room. I to imagine how each woman I saw could be found staggeringly beautiful or tremendously unattractive based on which feature was emphasized and wondered if maybe beauty actually is in the eye of the beholder.
And then in walked Bollywood Actress Katrina Kaif.


Damn girl.
Screw that theory.

Post Script- I spent a few minutes looking at different pictures of Katrina so I could pick one that showed what she looked like without seeming semi-pornographic. I turned around to see the head of the internet cafe staring at me strangely. You all might not think I have pornographic tendencies, but internet cafe man certainly does.