26-06-2020, 07:36 PM
"Really!" Nagesh was clearly both interested and fascinated.
"Hey, you two," Divya interrupted. "You can talk about tours some other time. Get back to your story."
"Point well taken," Chirag said. "From Hong Kong, we flew to Singapore, toured Malaysia, returned to Singapore and the took a flight to Bangkok where we decided to enjoy our first real Thai-style massage in the country of its origin."
"We had a Thai-style massage in Vietnam," Nagesh said interrupting Chirag. "It was great. We felt really good and relaxed after that."
"Did yours turn out the way theirs did?" Divya guffawed.
Aarti and Nagesh glanced at her curiously, wondering what she was talking about. Gautam gave her a warning look.
Divya noticed their reaction. "Obviously not."
"Let Chirag tell his story, you little imp," Gautam admonished. "All will be made clear soon enough."
Chirag resumed his story. "We didn't know where to go to get a massage. Fortunately for us, the taxi driver who took us to downtown Bangkok spoke a little English. He recommended a district where several such massage establishments were located, but he warned us we might be out of luck because the next was a Thai important holiday; most businesses would close early.
"We tried several places," Rekha elaborated. "All of them were already closed. We were about to give up when we just happened to notice a massage establishment that still seemed open because we saw some activity inside. So we walked in. We were greeted a beautiful young lady who told us in fairly decent English that the place was about to close."
"We pleaded with her to take us but she adamantly refused," Chirag continued. "We were just about to leave when a middle-aged lady came into the front office. She must have heard us. The young lady explained the situation to her. Their discussion was all in Thai. We had no idea what they were talking about except that it had something to do with us."
Chirag stopped for a moment to sip his wine.
"The sweet young thing turned back to us and said, 'Boss says she and her husband will do massage. Okay?' She pointed to a list of services and their prices in bahts and U.S. dollars. 'Please choose and pay first.' It was our only chance for an original Thai massage. So we quickly agreed and paid for a full massage. The sweet young thing then left."
Divya had a broad smile on her face, relishing the story. Obviously, she and Gautam had already heard the story. Gautam gave her another warning look. She pouted like a little girl. Gautam laughed and wagged his finger at her.
Everyone was amused by their interplay. Chirag continued his story.
"The lady pointed to herself and said 'Chimlin.' I took that to be her name. I later found out that it meant 'cute.' And indeed she was, even if she was middle-aged. Something like Divya," he added, "just not as noisy."
Divya did her little-girl pout again. The others laughed. Gautam was shaking his head. Nobody else knew her mischievous streak better than he did.
"Hey, you two," Divya interrupted. "You can talk about tours some other time. Get back to your story."
"Point well taken," Chirag said. "From Hong Kong, we flew to Singapore, toured Malaysia, returned to Singapore and the took a flight to Bangkok where we decided to enjoy our first real Thai-style massage in the country of its origin."
"We had a Thai-style massage in Vietnam," Nagesh said interrupting Chirag. "It was great. We felt really good and relaxed after that."
"Did yours turn out the way theirs did?" Divya guffawed.
Aarti and Nagesh glanced at her curiously, wondering what she was talking about. Gautam gave her a warning look.
Divya noticed their reaction. "Obviously not."
"Let Chirag tell his story, you little imp," Gautam admonished. "All will be made clear soon enough."
Chirag resumed his story. "We didn't know where to go to get a massage. Fortunately for us, the taxi driver who took us to downtown Bangkok spoke a little English. He recommended a district where several such massage establishments were located, but he warned us we might be out of luck because the next was a Thai important holiday; most businesses would close early.
"We tried several places," Rekha elaborated. "All of them were already closed. We were about to give up when we just happened to notice a massage establishment that still seemed open because we saw some activity inside. So we walked in. We were greeted a beautiful young lady who told us in fairly decent English that the place was about to close."
"We pleaded with her to take us but she adamantly refused," Chirag continued. "We were just about to leave when a middle-aged lady came into the front office. She must have heard us. The young lady explained the situation to her. Their discussion was all in Thai. We had no idea what they were talking about except that it had something to do with us."
Chirag stopped for a moment to sip his wine.
"The sweet young thing turned back to us and said, 'Boss says she and her husband will do massage. Okay?' She pointed to a list of services and their prices in bahts and U.S. dollars. 'Please choose and pay first.' It was our only chance for an original Thai massage. So we quickly agreed and paid for a full massage. The sweet young thing then left."
Divya had a broad smile on her face, relishing the story. Obviously, she and Gautam had already heard the story. Gautam gave her another warning look. She pouted like a little girl. Gautam laughed and wagged his finger at her.
Everyone was amused by their interplay. Chirag continued his story.
"The lady pointed to herself and said 'Chimlin.' I took that to be her name. I later found out that it meant 'cute.' And indeed she was, even if she was middle-aged. Something like Divya," he added, "just not as noisy."
Divya did her little-girl pout again. The others laughed. Gautam was shaking his head. Nobody else knew her mischievous streak better than he did.
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