Eye Candy

Today, I was travelling in Metro with my younger sister. As usual I was engrossed in the book I was carrying for my daily Metro read. Suddenly she spoke, ‘there are a lot of eye candies in the Metro. Studying in a girls’ college seldom gives you a chance to see them.’ I asked her in bafflement, ‘what’s an eye candy?’ she replied, ‘a handsome looking guy.’ I thought for a moment and looked for an eye candy in the Metro. I noticed a guy, must be in his late twenties, wearing a pair of khakis and a cream coloured striped shirt. He was wearing rimless glasses. His lean physique and academic look appealed to me. I nudged my sister and said, ‘eye candy’. She looked at me in disgust and said, ‘that’s not an eye candy’. Then she scanned the bogie in search of a prototypical eye candy (according to her) and asked me to look at an ultra mod dude wearing branded clothes and listening music on his iPod. I argued that I found that man handsome so he’s an eye candy for me. But she obstinately stuck to her definition. I didn’t argue with her, rather took a last glimpse of my eye candy and retreat to my book and thought divergent sensibilities.