People have been asking her, this question, 'Your eyebrows look nice, when did you start visiting the salon?'
She shook her head, and told 'No, i didn't visit any.'
She entered college, and again she was asked the same question. She wondered. Did it really matter, the eyebrows assuming a perfect arc above the eyes. ' No, it didn't ', she decided. Apparently, she termed it hereditary. Well, she didn't give it much thought.
Many days passed.
One day, she stood in front of the mirror, observing her reflection. Her eyebrows caught her attention. Her eyebrows did look beautiful, they were washed with the warmth of a smile. And with the gentleness of a happy thought in her.