She is all agog about her first blind date. 10 minutes more for the time of the tryst, she will be meeting the person she heard so much about from their common friend. She is not a bit of frightened about this meeting as she is very confident of her guardian angels and they will take care of her.
10 minutes to go! she is strolling to the corner of the road for a bouquet of flowers and while she is taking turn a school boy with open lunch box, hit her and the boy's favorite gazpacho spilled over her favorite blue dress. She is disappointed and the boy is very very disappointed. This boy started weeping for his spilt gazpacho.
Her "about_to_slap" mood is magically changed to "it_is_ok_boy" and to even "let_me_buy_you_gazpacho" by seeing those rich looking flowers in the kiosk named 'Flower Showers" and in small case "specialty of Kew garden flowers". She took out the tissues from her world_in_a_pouch kind of bag and cleaned her dress. She convinced herself that her date-mate will not give up just because she had gazpacho smears on her dress. She bought a bouquet of red roses and gazpacho for the boy from the shop next door. The boy thanked her and started eating it.
Then entered a beastly man, looking like a simian hurry in hunting , jostled through them, her(or is it she?) and the boy. This time the boy is careful enough not to spill his gazpacho or whatever grass he is eating. This simian looking man is asking the boys in the shop in his baritone for a bouquet of lilies in whatever color one can see. She muttered.. "Roadside Rogues..Don't even know, to say sorry." She looked at her watch and recognized that she is already late by 4 minutes 36 seconds. She quickly took leave from the boy and rushed to the restaurant where they have to meet.
She took a table not completely in the corner but the one, near the window. Every thing around her looked exceptionally beautiful and she is in the air passing her tensest moments. She took out a small scribble pad and started writing out her feelings so that she will not forget the minute details of her first date which can make a comparatively good poem and can increase the opus number of her poetry, to which her father promised to publish as a book sometime soon. Moreover, she can read it out if they are engaged to get married. This is her prime motive. She wrote..
Tensed as deuce, waiting for you.
Are you on the way, thinking of me?
Or did you stop at the door to find me out?
and she raised her head if the third line is true by chance. By the same chance, there is this simian looking man, at the door waiting for the nod of his blind date and join her. He is coming towards her and he came. He introduced himself as Mr. A and asked her if she is Miss A. She started sweating with horripilation and managed to say that she is not Miss A and she is Miss B waiting for Mr B. He moved away to the next table apologizing her.
Everything that looked exceptionally beautiful a minute ago, now seemed to be shattered and windows closed and letters on her scribble pad floated away. she felt the fug weather in place of cool breeze. She impatiently looked at her watch for 3 or 4 times as if she was waiting there from 2 hours and absconded the place.
Now, blaming her guardian angels if there is any fifth column in them, trying to link her life with simians and beasts, she turned the corner, there, sat this gazpacho boy and she gave the bouquet to that boy thinking that this wouldn't help her to cheer her shattered spirits. The boy thanked her again and she walked away thinking this is a common failure in everybody's salad days.
When she turned back recognizing a familiar voice, the simian looking man is saying to the gazpacho boy "I am sorry. My boy., I couldn't find your mom, who can cook you gazpachos everyday! Let's go!" and the boy replied "Don't worry dad! I found someone, who is kind enough to buy me gazpachos. There she is! She gave me these flowers too. Try if you can click your luck." When he is about to look into the direction his son showed, she turned away and is walking briskly so that he won't stop her to click his luck.
10 minutes to go! she is strolling to the corner of the road for a bouquet of flowers and while she is taking turn a school boy with open lunch box, hit her and the boy's favorite gazpacho spilled over her favorite blue dress. She is disappointed and the boy is very very disappointed. This boy started weeping for his spilt gazpacho.
Her "about_to_slap" mood is magically changed to "it_is_ok_boy" and to even "let_me_buy_you_gazpacho" by seeing those rich looking flowers in the kiosk named 'Flower Showers" and in small case "specialty of Kew garden flowers". She took out the tissues from her world_in_a_pouch kind of bag and cleaned her dress. She convinced herself that her date-mate will not give up just because she had gazpacho smears on her dress. She bought a bouquet of red roses and gazpacho for the boy from the shop next door. The boy thanked her and started eating it.
Then entered a beastly man, looking like a simian hurry in hunting , jostled through them, her(or is it she?) and the boy. This time the boy is careful enough not to spill his gazpacho or whatever grass he is eating. This simian looking man is asking the boys in the shop in his baritone for a bouquet of lilies in whatever color one can see. She muttered.. "Roadside Rogues..Don't even know, to say sorry." She looked at her watch and recognized that she is already late by 4 minutes 36 seconds. She quickly took leave from the boy and rushed to the restaurant where they have to meet.
She took a table not completely in the corner but the one, near the window. Every thing around her looked exceptionally beautiful and she is in the air passing her tensest moments. She took out a small scribble pad and started writing out her feelings so that she will not forget the minute details of her first date which can make a comparatively good poem and can increase the opus number of her poetry, to which her father promised to publish as a book sometime soon. Moreover, she can read it out if they are engaged to get married. This is her prime motive. She wrote..
Tensed as deuce, waiting for you.
Are you on the way, thinking of me?
Or did you stop at the door to find me out?
and she raised her head if the third line is true by chance. By the same chance, there is this simian looking man, at the door waiting for the nod of his blind date and join her. He is coming towards her and he came. He introduced himself as Mr. A and asked her if she is Miss A. She started sweating with horripilation and managed to say that she is not Miss A and she is Miss B waiting for Mr B. He moved away to the next table apologizing her.
Everything that looked exceptionally beautiful a minute ago, now seemed to be shattered and windows closed and letters on her scribble pad floated away. she felt the fug weather in place of cool breeze. She impatiently looked at her watch for 3 or 4 times as if she was waiting there from 2 hours and absconded the place.
Now, blaming her guardian angels if there is any fifth column in them, trying to link her life with simians and beasts, she turned the corner, there, sat this gazpacho boy and she gave the bouquet to that boy thinking that this wouldn't help her to cheer her shattered spirits. The boy thanked her again and she walked away thinking this is a common failure in everybody's salad days.
When she turned back recognizing a familiar voice, the simian looking man is saying to the gazpacho boy "I am sorry. My boy., I couldn't find your mom, who can cook you gazpachos everyday! Let's go!" and the boy replied "Don't worry dad! I found someone, who is kind enough to buy me gazpachos. There she is! She gave me these flowers too. Try if you can click your luck." When he is about to look into the direction his son showed, she turned away and is walking briskly so that he won't stop her to click his luck.
3 comments:
if its a fiction, its really good. And even otherwise too, its really good.
you might become a writer some day .. keep working :)
- snort.
Hey, hey, hey...
Did I sense a future story teller? I think I did...here is an open offer for you dear - I want to make a film on it - can you pls allow me to do it? I am dead serious, this is not a joke.
let me know fast ....
I loved it!
i loved the stry tulsi , gud going!!
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