Trauma of my red lipstick

Posted byMoushmi RadhanparaPosted inIt's Humour time., Ramblings of my mind.Tags:, , , , , , , , , , , , ,

So I am not a very big fan of makeup and lipsticks particularly, but when it comes to getting ready, sometimes I love doing it for myself. I mean, setting aside the day to day humdrum, it is fun for a change to get all decked up and go for a night out or a party or anything that requires, ‘getting ready’.

For quite a long time now I have been trying to get my hands on a particular red color of lip color and somehow in a search for the wanted color I ended up with five different shades of red. I am sorry, I just cannot name them. For me the classifications of colors would just go as far as red, maroon, and other different names such as cherry red, blood red, magenta and so on… for me ‘ruby woo’ and other such names are just names which portray the color red in front of me.

The point is despite the 5 red lipsticks I did not have the one that I wanted to. All I ever did was, that I would go into the shop, ask for the color but when I wouldn’t get it, I’d end up buying something else which according to me was pretty good and would suit and would go with some dress or the other. But what about the dear red? I say again that I am not a particular fan of these things; you may find me on a random day in plane blue denim and a random shirt. But when I do want to get ready, I want it all perfect, the dress and the jewelry and the makeup, anything cannot be unmatched. And that red color, I so wanted it.

So, all of a sudden I was street shopping with my friend, and as usual I started my search for the particular color in various brands. My friend had already lost hope that I’d ever find that color and she was exasperated that I started it all over again.

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By the time my hand was tattooed with all the possible shades of red, which I must say that I was pretty surprised with the number myself, I got it. I got the color and I screamed like a little child who would have been allowed to eat a bar of chocolate after a long time. And I was so happy; I don’t know why after all, it was just a lipstick after all. And then it struck me, I already owned the color, the difference was just that the one I had was glossy and the one that I wanted was in Matt finish.

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I couldn’t contain myself and was laughing so hard, leaving my friend and the shopkeeper in utter amazement. They probably would have thought that I had turned into some maniac and my friend literally dragged me out of the store. The little red lipstick tube just lying on the counter.

We are this crazy for some things. Love for makeup or not, we girls can literally go to limits for some things which we whole heartedly want. This was hilarious for me. Literally an eye opener for my behavior and how adamant I am sometimes, and I think I am still laughing hard at myself.

So any recent obsessions? Have you had any? What makes you guys literally passionate?

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Published by Moushmi Radhanpara

A bilingual writer, Moushmi Radhanpara has authored three poetry collections so far, namely POSIES and 03:21 AM –An Ode to Rust & Restlessness, and Resignation of an Angel. She is also scribbling an unplanned rough draft of a story as a part of NANOWRIMO 2020 and hopes that something might come out of it. She has also co-authored two books, The Lockdown Stories and Mirage so far. Her poetries can be found on her blog https://aestheticmiradh.com/ and a few other online portals. She believes in the fact that a better reader makes a better writer. Reading a 100 books a year is her latest obsession. She can be found either drunk on coffee or hiding away from everything and admiring the gorgeous sun.

85 thoughts on “Trauma of my red lipstick”

      1. Audio equipment. ..earphones. …bluetooth speakers. ….saving money to buy something bigger. .a BOSE is in the planning 😀😀

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  4. It’s true dear. Sometimes we go fanatic about small things. We are so particular do we search it for so long. Glad you found one and can relate that kind of excitement. I like to buy small gadgets for taking pictures for the blog. Hehe.

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      3. Actually No recent obsession,similar to akhila..I also think a lot and speak to myself..which I can’t stop.it’s inevitable.may you can say,speaking with you and akhila like a funny friends and checking my blog and is my new obsession

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      13. Nooo..I really loved it..not only you..when anyone does that..I like it..because it brings positive vibes..especially when girls do that it’s more special because I am boy😝😝😆

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      33. Well, I don’t care about my looks. I am as and how I am and I can’t do pretty much about it!
        Parlours and salons are just not my thing, so either accept me as I am or you can choose your another friend over me!

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  9. Ha ha ha!😄 I can totally relate! Yes, I love when I get that magical shade too which I don’t wear much but when I do I feel special or whatever 😄. My obsessions… camera gear, gadgets are my downfall- love my Amazon Alexa!! But I really love finding cool places to see and new experiences!! Great post!!! I can see myself laughing with you!!

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    1. Thank you so much. Laugh as much as you can, cause I know just how obsessed we all can get over petty things. But then sometimes happiness lies among the tiniest and pettiest things in our lives.
      By the way cool obsessions.

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  11. It is mostly the nittigrities of life, like your lovely shade of red lipstick, that brings us so much joy. It is an absolute joy though to find what you were looking for a very long time. We all have our little obsessions, actually I am still wondering what are mine, guess it keeps changing😬

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