30-07-2025, 03:33 PM
The exhibition buzzed softly with the evening's gentle hum. Beyond the gate, tickets purchased, they stepped into a world lit by the glow of a giant Ferris wheel, its grand silhouette dominating the right. Small shops lined their path—toy stores brimming with colorful wonders, game stalls echoing with laughter, and on the left, the thrilling shapes of a cup roller and a ship roller. The scent of coffee mingled with the sweet aroma of a nearby bakery, just ten feet from a welcoming ice cream shop. They walked in comfortable silence, taking it all in.
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Geetha, however, couldn't shake a nagging thought. "Why aren't there many people?" she wondered aloud, surprised by the sparse crowd on a Sunday.
Bharat, ever practical, offered his explanation. "It's been open for ten days, Miss. Many people might have already seen it, so maybe that's why fewer people are today."
"Oh, but I thought there would be more people today since it's Sunday," Geetha mused, still a little puzzled.
"Yes, Miss," Bharat conceded, "but it doesn't matter to us whether there are many people or not. The exhibition is here, we should see everything."
"Hmm," Geetha agreed, a thoughtful hum.
His eyes lit up when they passed the ice cream shop. "Miss, let's have some ice cream."
"Shall we have it on our way out?" Geetha suggested, ever mindful of timing.
"Miss, let's have one now and another one when we go home," he countered with a persuasive gleam in his eye.
Geetha chuckled softly. "Okay, let's go."
He returned with two butterscotch cones, and Geetha, with a quick tap on her phone, handled the payment.
They found a small table in front of the shop and settled in. Bharat, with an almost ritualistic precision, unwrapped his cone, licked the melting cream, discarded the wrapper, and then, his eyes fixed on Geetha, began to eat.
Geetha, meanwhile, gazed towards the luminous giant wheel, slowly biting into her own ice cream. A tiny drop of melted cream, warmed by the soft curve of her lips, began its slow descent. Bharat watched, captivated, his own ice cream forgotten for a moment, a sweeter longing in his gaze.
When Geetha turned, she met his intense stare. A faint smile touched her lips.
"Is it good, Miss?" Bharat asked, his voice a little softer than usual.
She swallowed a mouthful of ice cream. "Mmm..."
But Bharat's gaze remained fixed on her lips, unblinking. Geetha felt a faint blush creep up her neck.
"Do you want another one?" she offered, trying to break the spell.
"Uh-uh..." he mumbled, but his eyes never left her. Oblivious to their surroundings, she ate, her gaze now directed away from him, towards the side.
As Geetha ate, a little nervously now, another drop of cream escaped, tracing a path down her chin. Bharat's eyes tracked it. Before it could mar her dress, Geetha deftly wiped it away with her handkerchief. His eyes, however, still followed the movement.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Geetha finally asked, a playful exasperation in her voice. "Eat. Why are you staring at me?"
"Miss, if we were at home..."
A shiver, unexpected and delicious, ran down Geetha's spine. Her eyes widened, surprised.
"Huh! If we were?"
"Haha... Nothing, Miss..." He laughed, and Geetha couldn't help but smile shyly.
"Why are you smiling, Miss?" Bharat teased.
"Oh! Nothing. You eat quickly," she chided, trying to regain some composure.
Finishing their treats, Bharat took Geetha's hand and led her directly to the Cup Roller.
Tickets for the next ride were already being issued, and the small roller, with its limited seats, was quickly filling up. Bharat, eager to avoid a wait, hurried them along.
"Miss, I'll get the tickets. Otherwise, we'll have to wait," he said, already moving towards the line.
"Here, take it," Geetha offered money, extending her hand.
"You go and sit down; I'll come," he instructed, and then joined the queue. Geetha nodded to the gate attendant and found a seat.
Moments later, Bharat presented his tickets and joined her, settling into the seat beside her. It was a snug fit, just enough for two. As Bharat's shoulder brushed against Geetha's, a subtle smile played on his lips. The seat offered small handles on either side and a larger one across the front.
In another ten seconds, the ride would begin. Three lights blinked near the entrance pole.
Geetha watched them intently, and as the first light ignited, a nervous tremor rippled through her. She gripped the handle tightly with her left hand. Next to her, Bharat was beaming, brimming with enthusiasm.
"Don't be scared, Miss. Hold on," he encouraged.
"Do you think women are easily scared?" Geetha challenged playfully.
"No, no, Miss, I absolutely don't think that. I just felt like saying it," he quickly clarified, a hint of amusement in his tone.
The second light flashed on. Geetha gripped the front handle with her right hand too.
Bharat, his left hand reaching for the handle next to hers, let his little finger brush against hers. Just then, the roller began to spin, slowly at first.
Its speed increased with each passing moment, turning towards Bharat. As it reached its full velocity, the centrifugal force pressed Geetha closer to Bharat's shoulder, and her braid swung to rest on his back, a silent thrill that intensified his own excitement. Geetha, too, felt a surge of exhilaration, her gaze fixed on the spinning world around them.
After the ride, they both dismounted, Bharat silently wishing the ride had lasted just a little longer, allowing him to stay closer to Geetha.
As they walked away, a shop caught their eye, showcasing women's bangles, bindis, and ribbons.
They stopped, drawn by the colorful boxes of bangles displayed on the front table. Among them, a pair of bangles adorned with maroon stones immediately captured Geetha's attention.
Just then, a young shop assistant approached. "What do you want, sister?" he asked.
Bharat remained silent, observing.
"How much is this pair?" Geetha inquired, picking up the maroon bangles.
"A pair is sixty, sister. Three pairs of that model are a hundred and fifty. Take them," the boy replied, eager for a sale.
"Give me these two pairs, maroon and green, for a hundred," Geetha proposed, a glint of negotiation in her eye.
"No, sister, if you buy three, then yes. Two pairs will be one hundred and twenty," he countered.
"I was going to ask for eighty. They'll come for a hundred. Give them to me," Geetha pressed, her tone firm but pleasant.
"Okay, take them," the boy conceded with a smile.
She held up the maroon bangles to Bharat. "Do they look good?"
"Why do you ask me after you've already bought them, Miss?" Bharat teased. "You liked them, right?"
"Yeah..." she admitted, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Handing them to the shop boy, Geetha instructed, "Pack them for me."
Geetha, however, couldn't shake a nagging thought. "Why aren't there many people?" she wondered aloud, surprised by the sparse crowd on a Sunday.
Bharat, ever practical, offered his explanation. "It's been open for ten days, Miss. Many people might have already seen it, so maybe that's why fewer people are today."
"Oh, but I thought there would be more people today since it's Sunday," Geetha mused, still a little puzzled.
"Yes, Miss," Bharat conceded, "but it doesn't matter to us whether there are many people or not. The exhibition is here, we should see everything."
"Hmm," Geetha agreed, a thoughtful hum.
His eyes lit up when they passed the ice cream shop. "Miss, let's have some ice cream."
"Shall we have it on our way out?" Geetha suggested, ever mindful of timing.
"Miss, let's have one now and another one when we go home," he countered with a persuasive gleam in his eye.
Geetha chuckled softly. "Okay, let's go."
He returned with two butterscotch cones, and Geetha, with a quick tap on her phone, handled the payment.
They found a small table in front of the shop and settled in. Bharat, with an almost ritualistic precision, unwrapped his cone, licked the melting cream, discarded the wrapper, and then, his eyes fixed on Geetha, began to eat.
Geetha, meanwhile, gazed towards the luminous giant wheel, slowly biting into her own ice cream. A tiny drop of melted cream, warmed by the soft curve of her lips, began its slow descent. Bharat watched, captivated, his own ice cream forgotten for a moment, a sweeter longing in his gaze.
When Geetha turned, she met his intense stare. A faint smile touched her lips.
"Is it good, Miss?" Bharat asked, his voice a little softer than usual.
She swallowed a mouthful of ice cream. "Mmm..."
But Bharat's gaze remained fixed on her lips, unblinking. Geetha felt a faint blush creep up her neck.
"Do you want another one?" she offered, trying to break the spell.
"Uh-uh..." he mumbled, but his eyes never left her. Oblivious to their surroundings, she ate, her gaze now directed away from him, towards the side.
‘Uff... he might be thinking about that
if he sees the cream on my lips.’
‘If we were at home, he might even ask for a kiss.
Don't mind him.’
As Geetha ate, a little nervously now, another drop of cream escaped, tracing a path down her chin. Bharat's eyes tracked it. Before it could mar her dress, Geetha deftly wiped it away with her handkerchief. His eyes, however, still followed the movement.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Geetha finally asked, a playful exasperation in her voice. "Eat. Why are you staring at me?"
"Miss, if we were at home..."
A shiver, unexpected and delicious, ran down Geetha's spine. Her eyes widened, surprised.
"Huh! If we were?"
"Haha... Nothing, Miss..." He laughed, and Geetha couldn't help but smile shyly.
‘I knew he'd say that.’
"Why are you smiling, Miss?" Bharat teased.
"Oh! Nothing. You eat quickly," she chided, trying to regain some composure.
Finishing their treats, Bharat took Geetha's hand and led her directly to the Cup Roller.
Tickets for the next ride were already being issued, and the small roller, with its limited seats, was quickly filling up. Bharat, eager to avoid a wait, hurried them along.
"Miss, I'll get the tickets. Otherwise, we'll have to wait," he said, already moving towards the line.
"Here, take it," Geetha offered money, extending her hand.
"You go and sit down; I'll come," he instructed, and then joined the queue. Geetha nodded to the gate attendant and found a seat.
Moments later, Bharat presented his tickets and joined her, settling into the seat beside her. It was a snug fit, just enough for two. As Bharat's shoulder brushed against Geetha's, a subtle smile played on his lips. The seat offered small handles on either side and a larger one across the front.
In another ten seconds, the ride would begin. Three lights blinked near the entrance pole.
Geetha watched them intently, and as the first light ignited, a nervous tremor rippled through her. She gripped the handle tightly with her left hand. Next to her, Bharat was beaming, brimming with enthusiasm.
"Don't be scared, Miss. Hold on," he encouraged.
"Do you think women are easily scared?" Geetha challenged playfully.
"No, no, Miss, I absolutely don't think that. I just felt like saying it," he quickly clarified, a hint of amusement in his tone.
The second light flashed on. Geetha gripped the front handle with her right hand too.
Bharat, his left hand reaching for the handle next to hers, let his little finger brush against hers. Just then, the roller began to spin, slowly at first.
Its speed increased with each passing moment, turning towards Bharat. As it reached its full velocity, the centrifugal force pressed Geetha closer to Bharat's shoulder, and her braid swung to rest on his back, a silent thrill that intensified his own excitement. Geetha, too, felt a surge of exhilaration, her gaze fixed on the spinning world around them.
After the ride, they both dismounted, Bharat silently wishing the ride had lasted just a little longer, allowing him to stay closer to Geetha.
As they walked away, a shop caught their eye, showcasing women's bangles, bindis, and ribbons.
They stopped, drawn by the colorful boxes of bangles displayed on the front table. Among them, a pair of bangles adorned with maroon stones immediately captured Geetha's attention.
Just then, a young shop assistant approached. "What do you want, sister?" he asked.
Bharat remained silent, observing.
"How much is this pair?" Geetha inquired, picking up the maroon bangles.
"A pair is sixty, sister. Three pairs of that model are a hundred and fifty. Take them," the boy replied, eager for a sale.
"Give me these two pairs, maroon and green, for a hundred," Geetha proposed, a glint of negotiation in her eye.
"No, sister, if you buy three, then yes. Two pairs will be one hundred and twenty," he countered.
"I was going to ask for eighty. They'll come for a hundred. Give them to me," Geetha pressed, her tone firm but pleasant.
"Okay, take them," the boy conceded with a smile.
She held up the maroon bangles to Bharat. "Do they look good?"
"Why do you ask me after you've already bought them, Miss?" Bharat teased. "You liked them, right?"
"Yeah..." she admitted, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Handing them to the shop boy, Geetha instructed, "Pack them for me."
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