Cinderella Story or Is it? Ch 9 Pg 38 5/5 - Page 18

OK..WAIT!!! Is Maggie Shika?? And am I like the only one who doesn't know this? That's so lame uncool! I feel the pain of exclusion!

Originally posted by: -Crayon-

OK..WAIT!!! Is Maggie Shika?? And am I like the only one who doesn't know this? That's so lame uncool! I feel the pain of exclusion!

P.S. Shika itni jaldi mujhe bhool gayi tum?? What the...dammit? Mujhe farq padta hai.

Mujhe bhi second hand information mila tha 😭 .
To keep track of people in IF one has to be as esmart as Sherlock Holmes baba

This is totally disheartening. John Watson ho to chalega kya? 🤡
I didn't know Shika liked 2 minutes noodles way too much.

Originally posted by: .Maggie.

Someone kill me.

A Good one here... I didn't know how to frame my words... Sometimes it was hillarious, other times just sad for Geet and other times just neutral. Nice Mix bag of emotions ... 😊

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Chap 6 :

Why the hell didn't wheelchairs have seatbelts!

Geet "Maan! You are the worst wheelchair driver ever. You are pushing this faster than you would drive the car. Must you go on every damned pothole? My head is splitting with headache. I am telling you, I am not a good headache person."

Maan "I don't drive the car from the backseat right? You are obstructing my vision. I cannot see the damned pothole!"

Geet tried to be the sane calm one "Ok fine. I think I can walk from here. Did we have to come to the biggest hospital in town where the OPD is miles away? Hey wait a minute there is the emergency entrance. We will take that route."

Maan "Geet, you have had just a jaundice, not a stroke. We have to go via the OPD."

They both sighed away to the out patient department.

And after all that ruckus the matronly doctor was laughing her head off.

Doc "Your girlfriend does not have jaundice boy. It is a case of acute sinusitis. Bangalore weather at this time of the year can get to anyone. What brought this on I wonder though. Are you allergic to anything which could cause rhinitis?"

Geet "What rhinoceros?"

Maan explained to her slowly as if she were five "She means cold Geet. Are you allergic to pollen or dust or anything of that sort that might cause a nose block?"

Geet shook her head and burst into tears without knowing why. Why did she have to develop such huge medical terms so early in such a foreign land.

Doc nodded "Ah that explains it. Do you cry a lot Geet?"

Geet blew her nose into the tissue that Maan had passed on to her and nodded.

Doc clucked and said "Sad! Boy why do you fight with your girlfriend to cause her to cry so much?"

Maan frowned in indignation "Why would I fight with her."

"I miss my home." Geet said nosily and solemnly.

Doc "Oh dear. There is no medicine for that I am afraid and no cure either. It gets better with time I promise."

They were on their way back whilst Geet was glum and silent. She checked herself in the sun flap mirror and found her nose to be a strange tint of red and the tips extra sensitive.

Maan "Do you really miss home so much?"

Geet nodded "Don't you?"

Maan shrugged "I stay in my home and I see my family every weekend. Nothing much to miss for me I suppose."

Geet "I wish I was a weekend away from my family."

Maan "You could visit them whenever you want you know. It is not like they live on another planet. It is just a plane ride away."

Geet "I don't want to burden my dad unnecessarily with plane fares. Once I stand on my own feet I will fly down there every weekend."

Maan "One request Geet. Would you mind resting at my place for a couple of hours? I have a tuition class like in ten minutes and I don't have time to drop you back to the hostel. You can relax and enjoy a cup of coffee."

The last thing Geet wanted to do was be alone in a dump full of people. It sounded better to be alone in an apartment.

Geet "Sure, I don't mind. What class are you going for?"

Maan "CAT."

Geet "Hey but you cannot write CAT this year right?"

Maan "I guess I want to be prepared. I will go for classes next year too."

Geet nodded "You are so hardworking, which is awesome. Are you normal? I have never known any boy who studies this much."

Maan smirked "How many boys have you known?"

Geet "Just my brother I guess. And the last thing in the world he does is study. But I miss the rascal. I am going to beat him to a pulp and sit on him the next time I see him."

Maan started a soundless giggle "Sit on him?"

Geet rolled her eyes "That is the only thing he is scared of. Being trampled to a chutney by his sister."

Maan "You are funny. Ok Geet we are here. I will just grab my bag and be on my way. Make yourself at home. All things needed for coffee are right on the counter. Help yourself to anything you want from the fridge."

Geet was now alone in the roomy and airy apartment in the Pebbles place. She began admiring how typically boyish the flat was. Things did not move from the place they had been designated accidently by Maan to stay on. A neat stack of dhobi pressed clothes lay on the tea poi. The dining table had a bunch of covers containing the week's groceries. There were some random AquaFina bottles lying carelessly by the sofa.

She opened the fridge to find typical boy stuff again like beer, soda, can opener, knife, ready-to-eat meals, left over pizza and no fresh veggies whatsoever but oddly a lone apple. The newspaper was lying on a dining chair. She went to the kitchen to find the kitchen sink loaded with unwashed utensils. The cupboards lay empty except for the cornflakes and whatever meager kitchen was there was on the counter.

Didn't Maan have servants at his beck and call for the maintenance and upkeep? Or may be he found maids 'annoying'.

She went about making herself a quick cup of instant coffee and was about to settle down with the newspaper when she heard a screechy high pitched voice "Is that you Maan?"

She almost startled the coffee all over herself. But the voice did not relent before calling out 'Maan come here' a few times. She followed the direction of the noise into a bedroom with the bed nicely decorated with books open at random pages but failed to find anyone. She suspected burglars but since when did burglars become burglar alarms themselves?

She again heard an unnecessarily loud 'Maan'. She looked up nearer the far corner of the ceiling and stood transfixed. She slowly moved forward towards the voice admiring the most desirable and beautiful creature she had ever seen in her life.

The body was flecked thoughtfully with all colors of the rainbow. The plumage rich and abound was shining brighter than a green sunset. The eyes tiny, round and glassy were staring at her in lazy enthusiasm. The legs strong, bony and wrinkled. The claws sharper than a kitchen knife with a mind of its own tapping away on the gold metallic perch inside the most beautiful ornamental cage that seemed to match the owner.

Until now Geet had loved only to eat birds, mostly chicken and ducks. But today she had fallen in love with the bird of only superlative descriptions that stood before her. A proud parrot to who only a thick Brazilian rain forest could do justice – no pun intended please!

'Who are you? I am Jane.' said the parrot in a melodramatic voice. Lo behold, yet another drama queen makes her entrance!

A few minutes of Geet's speechless staring silence later the parrot spoke again 'I am hungry. I want apple.'

She remembered the apple in the fridge and immediately made a dash to obey the orders. She grabbed the fruit and knife(now made sense) from the keep-it-fresh tray. Did she have to open the cage to feed the bird? Did not seem like a great plan considering she had no clue if parrots were dangerous birds. They seemed harmless on TV but up close Jane was pretty pretty, scary and big. And besides, birds could fly. If Jane happened to glide away into the august horizon there was no telling what Maan would do.

She decided to cut the apple into tiny pieces and then feed the bird. She made thin apple slivers which the bird's deep red beak readily lapped up without somehow injuring her finger. Geet could not love Jane more.

Just then her phone beeped with a message.

Maan "Do not feed Jane at any cost. She might beg a few times but let her be."

Oh oh. Geet gulped and looked at the bird looking back at her smartly, polishing off the last bits of the apple with her inflamed orange tongue. What were Geet's options here? She could run down to the nearest fruit seller and replace the apple. But what if Maan fed the bird forcefully at her proper meal time again and Jane fell sick?

Ah! Now Geet had not introduced herself to the bird so Maan would never know Jane had been fed by her. Usually and hopefully, animals and birds did not eat beyond their limits right? They were not like Geet who never knew when to stop eyeing that extra bite.

Geet looked at the innocent bird sitting puffed up contented and smiled. And kept smiling until the bird spoke 'Thank you for the apple.'

Geet gaped her way into the drawing room amidst continuous chants of 'Thank you for the apple.' Now Geet knew whenever Jane saw her the thanks would be repeated. She sat in ominous silence sipping her now cold coffee until she fell asleep due to all the antibiotics.

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How many days it has been when I used to cry I am first though no one paid any heed? Seems it's from another life altogether😆 (Technically speaking yes it is)
So anyway me wondering why the hell did neither of them objected when the doc conveniently assumed them to be boy friend- girl friend? Not that I mind😆
I laughed out loud when I read that sitting on Tej, I never sat on my bhai, how sad, i should try that. Devilish smile.
I remember a song you know Hum tum ek kamre mein band ho, however here she's bandh with Jane instead of Maan. How rrrommaannttiicc! Isn't he a second year? He can't attempt CAT even in his 3rd year na. Itna pagal kaun ho sakta hain, pehle se hi musibat ko apne life mein invite karne wala😕