"Bhaiyya, jaldi gate kholo," she curtly told the security guard as she reached inside her bag for the car keys. She was in a hurry. It was 7.20 am now, and she had a meeting at eight. She put on some lip gloss, made the thin, dark lips rub each other a few times, and turned on the ignition.
At 7.20 the roads were empty and the air chilly. She rolled down the window. The drive to work -- that was the only time she had for herself. But today there was a meeting, and there was no time to enjoy the drive.
"Fuck you!" she muttered, as the car in front of her at the signal lingered for a few moments even after the lights had turned green.
She imagined herself at the meeting. Two prospective clients were coming to see her. Mr Dutt and Mr Rajshekhar. She tried putting faces to their names: dashing? balding? clean-shaven? pleasant? scowling? She gave up after a while: reality is always different from the imaginary.
Just then, a bike carrying two young men slowed down by her, and the man on the pillion shouted, "Hi sexy!" Before she could spit out her anger on them, they had sped away.
"Bloody bastards," she muttered. "Hi sexy! -- how dare they!"
She adjusted the rear-view mirror and looked at herself. First at the eyes, then the nose, and finally the lips, which were still glowing. She smiled.
Is there more coming up? Would love to read more on this, or more like this...:)
Hey...indeed quite an interesting narrative. Can't wait for ur next book. Keep up the good work!!
Somehow feels complete, despite not being so!
short but SUPER post indeed .. thrs a lot in tat ..
Reads like my daily saga
as a self respecting woman, and evidently a rare breed at that, unless I find a man particularly attractive and hence bed-able, theres no way in hell I'd sit n smile at a dickhead's carnal calls. And god help him, if I were already late for work.
but yeah, amen to what everybody else does to their lives and bodies. Not my business. Thank god.
I thought this story was a little chilling. Reminded me of the killing of Sowmya Vishwanathan a couple of years ago. Wasn't she killed while driving to work or back? The protagonist in this story could very easily have been her!
Interesting how people have different reactions.
dude, is this what you write like? I guess I won't be buying my copy of chai-chai anytime soon.
looks like chetan bhagat has some serious competition now..
Bloody brilliant, mate. That one made me link you.
really good one.....when are we going to have more writers like you who write to please in just few paragraphs......
its short & effective. nice post. somehow makes me wonder whether the woman was lik 35+ or was bit low on self-esteem or both?! :P
hiii SPARKLING MAN....
may be we dont expect...but certainly we accept ... SM do u expect or accept...
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