Me, the old lady and... !
It was a chilly morning in Bangalore . The wind was spraying my hair all over my face and the cold was penetrating the heavy layers of fat, into my bones. And the clouds were threatening to employ my, rather my friend’s umbrella. I was on my way to work. Yeah, instead of getting a girl friend, spending the time holding her hands, I was going to work, this romantic morning. But guess what Life had in store for me. “You look very beautiful today”. “Is it”, blushing like hell, she said, “Thanks”. “I’ ve got you something, a small gift”, grinning, idiotically. “Oh! What is it?”, the fake surprise. “Wow! Sun glasses! Its very beautiful. Thank you. So sweet”. “Anything for you! Love you!” “Love you too!”. To the waiter, the guy, “Bring the coffee with that fancy name please”. And then the smile. First signs of attraction – A scene from a posh coffee shop. Coming back to my Monday morning, I saw her. A 50-odd year old lady. Silver hair with sprayed pepper, tanned face, big glasses, missi