23 Sep I knew she was blowing, yet I got blown
She walked in, too busy to breathe that she instead panted, after having kept me waiting for an hour. Thankfully, it was a shopping mall, and I had an excuse to pamper my feet.
“I’m sorry. I had a crazy day. The head is gone nuts….and…and…. So, tell me, what do you do?”
“Me!!”
[We were meeting for the first time, but after she finding out about me over the phone over a period of four months and myself having postponed this first meeting at least half-a-dozen times.]
“Yeah, of course, I know what you do. It’s great knowing you. Ever since Gauri spoke about you, I’ve been wanting to catch up with you. You write so well…”
I nodded. Smiled.
“You’ve got a good sense of humour.”
“Me!!”
[I had hardly spoken until then during the face-to-face monologue. And it was almost the same over the phone. I had managed to comment or reply when she remembered to breathe]
So, now I sincerely parted my lips wider, and in way of conversation asked, “Have you read my blogs?”
“Oh, do you blog? I like bloggers. BTW, you are so pleasant and nice to speak to…”
[I did have a choice. I prefer self-chattering to mutual dialogues]
“…So what do you do?”
“Me!!”
“Yeah. Apart from your day job…”
Not wanting to give her more monologue fodder, I said, “I sleep.”
“Ah, no wonder you have such glowing skin.”
“Me!!”
[This time I held the arm rest]
“Yeah, of course. Nobody has told you this before. And I love your smile.”
“Thank you!”
“…so, tell me what do you do?”
“Me!!”
“I mean, you are an editor, yeah.”
“Uh Uh”
“I’ve written something about how our company is hosting an exclusive exhibition on rare stones next month – a first in the GCC. If you could publish it on your site…”
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