The Lady Behind the Cloak

"A woman is as modest as she is beautiful, and therefore she is always cloaked." - U. Eco, "The Island of the Day Before."

The beauty of a woman can never be defined. It is the first world we are accustomed to when we are born. It is the face where girls and ladies (at least the more decent ones) take inspiration and advice about how to go about life and how they lived their life; and basically, how they became the woman they are. And of the boys and young lads, it is the only face wherein we never fear to cry in front of, it represents the face of compassion, care and unconditional love.

And what of the woman when she is not one which we love in a parental sense, or of respect? What of the one whose hand we hold when we go in and out of a moviehouse.? Ah, she is the woman in black velvet silk with an invisible veil that covers her true face , the one whose body embodies a golden soul. And that soul is pure and untouched, we know it but do not see it therefore, lads continue to strive to see the real soul. It is revealed partially, only in glimpses of the eyes, the most honest and sincere part of the body. Yet the glimpse lasts only for a moment and when the moment is gone, it is lost.

The woman, the lass, the lady, the girl - all cloaked, all mysterious, all so enigmatic and yet all so needed......