Three types of women that I love

I had been one of most uneasy person with my relationship with woman. Be her my mom, sister or wife, perhaps the closest of my acquaintance. Then they do constitute the most known types. Somehow, it may look a sadistic approach to woman as gender. But, I have always had a desiredness of abandonment of whatever love quest, I had come across. And, this disenchantment from the woman has always being a cramp to my life. It's not that I am some Casanova, but one specialty that I endure about my self is that I get closer to woman deep through her eyes just like a mesmeric feel when seeing through the eyes of a black snake.
This, is the first type of woman that I love to see often and again. She is dark complexion, with copper like tan skin. She has hard looks and healthy gaze at the things around her.
The second type of woman is the one who is hard core professional and like life to be lived in some kind of philosophy. She has every complementariness to my professional side.
The third type of woman is the one who makes the best of the bedtime. She has all consummation for the orgies that renders sex as alien identity when single objective lay as a common soul.
Having said that, and that too whilst staying married sounds quite revisionist. Well! not really intend to see things right on the ground where I stand, but they certainly could be a part of the rainbow that sometimes comes across to one's life. And, I am sure you agree that, rain is felt best if it winds up with a rainbow rather than a dawn that reminds us of a uncomfortable passage of night.

The Indian Character

Recently I have been in a grip of uneasy state of mind. My friend has had a tiff with a colleague at her workplace. Now, that chap keeps on stalking her with an aim to spoil her research work. This chap is of an average academic quality and somehow has managed to get into the good books of the boss. He wants that she should not be able to get ahead of him. A typical male jealousy as well as also a bitter truth about his incompetence.
Her boss is equally a fat headed lady, who hardly has any academic aptitude and only sees the matter with utlitarian interest. She has no academic profile worth recognition and just mad about her jewellry and daily new sarees. She is infact the real incompetent figure, who only needs the flatters around her.
If you look into various sculptures and mouments of Indian temples, there are man and woman relationship depicted in such symbolic forms, and there is profound attitudinal similarity with those elucidated here above.