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 As it is said eyes are the doorway of heart; it reflects your inner emotions. Thoughts which piles up in our conscious and subconscious state of mind, finds its expression through eyes. And no wonder these eyes had been the source of inspiration for poets, authors, artists since time immemorial.

"Kohl", "Kajal", "Surma" this ancient eye cosmetic has always been one of women's obsession,and has reformed its presence with time. The roots of kohl lies in the tradition of grinding stibnite(sometimes also called antimonite  which is a sulfide mineral ).

"Kohl in her eyes was always smudged..." 

The cult of  True Womanhood also known as the cult of domesticity identifies four characteristics which defines a women's identity: piety, purity, domesticity and submissiveness. 

Women are architect of society and are considered the moral guardians. Be it a girl with a mind , lady with a content or women with class, every feminine beholds the feminism ,delights the eye. An eye of an eye , knows the reason to understand.Woman through eras and ages have known the tricks on playing with eyes through gestures, expressions. Kohl definitely has helped adding on to the appeal.  From Literature to Silver screen; thick black eyes have kept the reminisce of its inspiration. The strings of guitar, the keys over piano, the unkept books of lyrics have been over ages revolved and evolved in and aroud the fences of kohl. Behind the most beautiful eyes laid the secret deeper and darker reality. The realities which starts with dawn and ends with the darkness of the night. A woman may talk a good game, write even better ones, but a woman mind is a difficult ball game of comprehension. and that's where those mystic kohled lines speaks of a story.A story which has edition to rendition. From Deity to Demon; eyes always have played a very vital role to the synopsis. Yesterday ends in last night, and a new dawn seeks for new inspiration. 

Every smudged eye has a story to narrate. Some narration has bold, successful ending, Majority still revolves as a victim of Femme fatalism... smudged eyes might be beauty for them; because little they knew behind their decor, They hid the shelter of darkest anguishes.Somewhere they summoned her gloom underneath., danced in the glory of living.

Yet the kohled eye, continued to speak the mysterious language.

It still reads those underlines, plays the gamble called life..