Festival d'Avignon 05.07.2016 Vivaldi's Four Seasons started playing as she applied the hot wax on my skin. My timidity shifted to pride as my enthusiastic friend gasped with delight after seeing my underarm. Yes, my armpit! You see, I became a model for a day. That rainy afternoon, when a friend who at 45 boldly decided to take a training course, gave me a glimpse of her future world. The session was supposed to be quiet, my mind should drift from spring to summer but my enthusiasm has gotten the best of me. I questioned her about this and that; she explained the why and how of the universe I have tried to ignore until now. She spoke about her colleagues whom she shared her afternoons of camaraderie and her future plans after completing her class. Come October she will have her exam to become a certified Aesthetician and share her learning. I hope to be a witness of the day when she'd do her "magic" to others. Though I guess,she'd...