02-01-2019, 11:53 AM
“How come your boss came? You didn’t tell me anything before.” Kajol asked as we made our way upstairs. Her curiosity was understandable.
I then had to make a tedious explanation about the whole goddamned things that had happened after she had left, starting from the call from my colleague to my helping him out with the tasks etc. etc. By that time we had already reached the door to our apartment and as I put the door-key in, I turned towards her and asked “How, did you find him to be?”
“He is very fit”, she answered without a pause as we went in.
What on earth was she talking about - I wondered, and asked as much.
“Oh! For a man of his age he appears to be in very good shape”, she explained while removing her sandals. As an afterthought she added, “Also charming as well.”
Don’t know why but then the hackles started rising in my neck. What was happening? Was this an indication that she had found my boss to be attractive? The scene of her pretty hand nestled in his for longer than necessary came up to mind. May be I was reading too much into a non-event, but who knew what was going on! Further, she had been extra sweet in inviting him to our house and he had also accepted it as a rain check.
“Hey, what are you thinking?”, she slapped my arms to get my attention. “Tell me how do I look?” She was smiling.
I stepped closer to her for an official inspection after her trip to the beauty parlor. Her face was glowing, no doubt the result of the facials she had undergone. The hair, hitherto signifying academic severity had now been straightened. She had dyed it to a deep burgundy red. Holding her at an arms length, I surveyed her again. God! She looked as if she had just stepped out of the cover of a fashion magazine.
Leading her to the single seater, I sat down and put her on my lap.
Then I looked into her eyes and said, “Darling you look like a dowdy 500 rupee note that had gone out and returned like a colorful 1000 rupee.”
She hit me playfully and then gave a long kiss.
“Both the 500 rupee and the 1000 rupee notes belong to you”, she remarked.
The house phone buzzed. It was the security at the front gate asking if to let in a Mr. Rizwan.
I then had to make a tedious explanation about the whole goddamned things that had happened after she had left, starting from the call from my colleague to my helping him out with the tasks etc. etc. By that time we had already reached the door to our apartment and as I put the door-key in, I turned towards her and asked “How, did you find him to be?”
“He is very fit”, she answered without a pause as we went in.
What on earth was she talking about - I wondered, and asked as much.
“Oh! For a man of his age he appears to be in very good shape”, she explained while removing her sandals. As an afterthought she added, “Also charming as well.”
Don’t know why but then the hackles started rising in my neck. What was happening? Was this an indication that she had found my boss to be attractive? The scene of her pretty hand nestled in his for longer than necessary came up to mind. May be I was reading too much into a non-event, but who knew what was going on! Further, she had been extra sweet in inviting him to our house and he had also accepted it as a rain check.
“Hey, what are you thinking?”, she slapped my arms to get my attention. “Tell me how do I look?” She was smiling.
I stepped closer to her for an official inspection after her trip to the beauty parlor. Her face was glowing, no doubt the result of the facials she had undergone. The hair, hitherto signifying academic severity had now been straightened. She had dyed it to a deep burgundy red. Holding her at an arms length, I surveyed her again. God! She looked as if she had just stepped out of the cover of a fashion magazine.
Leading her to the single seater, I sat down and put her on my lap.
Then I looked into her eyes and said, “Darling you look like a dowdy 500 rupee note that had gone out and returned like a colorful 1000 rupee.”
She hit me playfully and then gave a long kiss.
“Both the 500 rupee and the 1000 rupee notes belong to you”, she remarked.
The house phone buzzed. It was the security at the front gate asking if to let in a Mr. Rizwan.
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