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THEY MEET
She peddled away happily.
She sang at the top of her voice.
hello raghu mama, she called out and waved..
She checked the basket hanging on the handle.
Eggs, Bread, Tomatoes, hmmm... Hope I have not forgotten anything.
She grinned imagining her Ma's face, if she had.
She smiled, called out , rang the bell to mamas, mamis,maasis, and kiddos as she cycled through the narrow road.
All of them waved back,
She heard
" Shyla dont fall,"...
"careful",..
"see were your going."
She grinned, everyone knew she kept falling all the time.
She was reaching the cross road which will lead her to her home.
She turned.
She felt the Tyre hit a stone.
Her eyes went round as she saw the eggs wobbling.
She did not see the jogger.
A rather clumsy attempt at steadying the cycle was totally useless.
She heard a "Watch out"
She moved her attention from the eggs to the source of the voice.
Now it was her Lips that went all round.
Then it was too late.
She hit him.
The eggs flew out of the basket hitting his chin.
The tomatoes seemed to fall to the ground in slow motion .
She was the next to follow and
found herself in half sitting position on top of some nice soft bread, squished out tomatoes and a pride which was a little dented.
She looked up...
The impact had not done much damage to him. [ she mentally thanked god for that]
Except for a little egg on his chin and T.shirt. He looked perfect.
[ wow her brain said]
U look pretty silly sitting on that bread and tomatoes. [ her brain again]
It was his fault , she decided for herself.
U know who was at fault young lady. [ her brain ]
Oh shut up. [ She to her brain]
A large palm was suddenly in front of her.
Nice hand she thought.
Long fingers,
She was brought back when she heard him clearing his throat.
She sat there looking at him.
May be I should say something.
"Are You all right"?
His voice was deep.
Yes she said, but it came out as gibberish.
He reached down and pulled her up.
Are you hurt?
Yes, my pride, her mind announced.
Say something shyla her mind urged, anything , ...
"Bread" she said.. [ good one shyla, her brain complimented]
Bread?? he asked questioningly.
I meant Fine, I am fine.
I am sorry, she managed to tell him at last. I am so sorry.
Hey that's ok No damage done, he said looking down on himself, as he wiped away the last of the egg from his chin.
A dimple became visible along with a smile as he said...
It looks like you have to go to the market again,
What??
I meant you will have to buy all that stuff again, right?
Oh My God,
Ma was going to kill her.
She hurriedly picked up her basket. The eggs and tomatoes were totally useless. The bread looked like a chapati.
Looking at his once clean T. shirt , I am so sorry,
Forget about it he said, you should be on your way now.
Yes, Ma will be waiting. She smiled
She pushed her cycle and walked away from him with as much dignity as possible.
He watched her.
All he could think of were her eyes.
Strange colour he thought..
Grey or green.. Or did they change colour?
Hmmm
He continued watching her. The long jet black hair swung in rhythm to her steps.
She peddled away happily.
She sang at the top of her voice.
hello raghu mama, she called out and waved..
She checked the basket hanging on the handle.
Eggs, Bread, Tomatoes, hmmm... Hope I have not forgotten anything.
She grinned imagining her Ma's face, if she had.
She smiled, called out , rang the bell to mamas, mamis,maasis, and kiddos as she cycled through the narrow road.
All of them waved back,
She heard
" Shyla dont fall,"...
"careful",..
"see were your going."
She grinned, everyone knew she kept falling all the time.
She was reaching the cross road which will lead her to her home.
She turned.
She felt the Tyre hit a stone.
Her eyes went round as she saw the eggs wobbling.
She did not see the jogger.
A rather clumsy attempt at steadying the cycle was totally useless.
She heard a "Watch out"
She moved her attention from the eggs to the source of the voice.
Now it was her Lips that went all round.
Then it was too late.
She hit him.
The eggs flew out of the basket hitting his chin.
The tomatoes seemed to fall to the ground in slow motion .
She was the next to follow and
found herself in half sitting position on top of some nice soft bread, squished out tomatoes and a pride which was a little dented.
She looked up...
The impact had not done much damage to him. [ she mentally thanked god for that]
Except for a little egg on his chin and T.shirt. He looked perfect.
[ wow her brain said]
U look pretty silly sitting on that bread and tomatoes. [ her brain again]
It was his fault , she decided for herself.
U know who was at fault young lady. [ her brain ]
Oh shut up. [ She to her brain]
A large palm was suddenly in front of her.
Nice hand she thought.
Long fingers,
She was brought back when she heard him clearing his throat.
She sat there looking at him.
May be I should say something.
"Are You all right"?
His voice was deep.
Yes she said, but it came out as gibberish.
He reached down and pulled her up.
Are you hurt?
Yes, my pride, her mind announced.
Say something shyla her mind urged, anything , ...
"Bread" she said.. [ good one shyla, her brain complimented]
Bread?? he asked questioningly.
I meant Fine, I am fine.
I am sorry, she managed to tell him at last. I am so sorry.
Hey that's ok No damage done, he said looking down on himself, as he wiped away the last of the egg from his chin.
A dimple became visible along with a smile as he said...
It looks like you have to go to the market again,
What??
I meant you will have to buy all that stuff again, right?
Oh My God,
Ma was going to kill her.
She hurriedly picked up her basket. The eggs and tomatoes were totally useless. The bread looked like a chapati.
Looking at his once clean T. shirt , I am so sorry,
Forget about it he said, you should be on your way now.
Yes, Ma will be waiting. She smiled
She pushed her cycle and walked away from him with as much dignity as possible.
He watched her.
All he could think of were her eyes.
Strange colour he thought..
Grey or green.. Or did they change colour?
Hmmm
He continued watching her. The long jet black hair swung in rhythm to her steps.
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