She sat: an uncrowned queen on her throne. Power glittered on the tip of her Roman nose. “Charging through the nose!”- the exclamation came through flared nostrils, the air thick with her air of superiority. The idiotic superciliousness that she felt over the misplaced idiom was comical. I laughed and ‘paid through my nose’; sigh.
p.s: I had to write this one; for once, I wish the ‘heroine’ (I intend it to be used exactly the same way it used to be used at REC, Surat) doesn’t recognize herself.
p.p.s: Hope my colleagues (esp. N, M and J) recognize the characters and enjoy this piece of stylized reality.