Slaves to Our Desires
I entered the hall and was greeted by an intoxicating fragrance of liquor and mouth watering cuisine. Looking around, everyone was dressed in designer gowns and for the first time I thanked heaven for my beautiful gown and muttered a curse for thinking that I could fit in here wearing my plain Jane business suit. But then I have no experience of such expensive and over the top parties. So, what kind of experience did I actually have? Before I could answer that my introspective mood got a road breaker. "Hey Zenab, you are looking beautiful as usual." Somebody complemented me and all I could muster was a smile. I wanted to ask her what made her think that I looked beautiful? Was it my gown or was it me? Then I realized that in parties like this it is a social norm to complement each other. Most of the times these complements are sarcastic and other times its a surprise as how come could anyone afford such an expensive piece. To be honest, I hated these parties and most of the