Transience
She watched him in mild amusement as he tried balancing coffee mug and cell phone in his left hand as he tried to take out the paper jammed inside the paper tray of the printer. The continuous beep and glaring red light made him lose his temporary calm and let out a string of expletives. Her eyebrows creased at his choice of words.
"What did you just say?" She asked him curiously.
"I didn't say anything. I cursed", he replied with nonchalance.
"What did you curse?" She asked further.
"I said - damn it all to hell", he replied with much venom and continued his struggle with jammed paper.
"No after that", she pressed.
"I guess I said - bloody damned printer", he answered pulling jammed paper successfully.
"No, you said fu..", she continued but he stopped her mid-sentence, his eyes widened like saucers.
"Stop! What the hell do you think you are saying?" He fumed.
"What you just said", she replied quite calmly. She didn't understand why he was losing his cool. She was only asking meaning to an English word which she had heard people say a lot but she never got the chance to pull out a dictionary and check its meaning, or Google it for that matter. She didn't know how to spell it correctly either. He was the best choice in matters like these as he always helped her about things she didn't know after thoroughly mocking her, of course.
"Why?" He continued to glare at her.
"I want to know what it means. Can you tell me the meaning?" She asked him frankly.
At which he promptly dropped his coffee cup.
She cleaned up the mess he had made while he continued to glare in general direction and refused to meet her eye.
"What is the big deal about it?" She finally asked after she had finished cleaning.
"It's a curse word Geet. And it's a word that one has to avoid in a civilized conversation."
"Tell me."
"Over my dead body."
"Please?"
"Hell no. Go Google it or something."
"Alright."
"Are you serious?" He stared at her.
"Of course. I will see you in a bit", she closed the conversation and walked to her room.
He could only rub his temple in sheer annoyance and wondered what was going to happen once she quenched her thirst for curse words. She was back in his cabin in less than five minutes a pale blush covering her cheeks.
"It is not a nice word", she said slowly.
"Of course it's not. It's a swear word Geet, what did you expect?" He said not looking her. It was awkward.
"Half the websites were blocked by our office network since they were those kinds of websites." She replied urgently.
"What are those kinds of websites?" He knew what she was saying but only wanted to tease her further. Blushing Geet was an amazing sight, he decided.
"You know the ones that have those kinds of pictures?" He grinned at her.
"Say the exact word Geet, I know you know it", he further taunted her.
She vigorously shook her head.
"Fearing the name only increases the fear of the thing itself", he preached philosophically.
"Wait, that's not original. Where have I heard this line before?" She finally answered.
"Whatever. Answer my question Geet." He prodded. He was finally relaxed after his huge battle with the printer and a speechless Geet was just an added bonus.
"It's a type of movie which men watch at night without telling their family. And I am told that they do it when their wives are out of town", she replied quite innocently.
He burst out laughing, an act which was a rarity in itself. She only watched him curiously drinking in the sight of MSK laughing without malice or profit behind it. Once he caught his breath he tried to formulate a response but only managed to chuckle.
And then she regained her senses.
"How can you say those things? The meaning is so bad that I cannot even think about it!" She exclaimed and launched into a lecture of how nice guys should not say bad words and other blah.
He only continued to stare at the woman in front of him whose face had tinges of residual blush from previous conversation and was animatedly moving her hands and preaching him about good guys.
All was good in his world.
Edited by -Sookie- - 13 years ago
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