Maulishree inhaled the mist floating in from the river. Tugging at her
beret to pull some over the ears, she tripped down the cobblestones in eager
haste. Elegant icicles were beginning to form around the car bumpers and her silhouette
contrasted against them, she so radiated warmth and a cheerful pride.
Where was Om? She scanned the library for his familiar Burberry. Ah,
there by the coffee vending machine, next to the carpeted staircase. The steam
rose from his cup in lazy curls.
Reigning herself in, she composed her thoughts. Pradeep Choudhary of
Headway Publications had said promisingly over the long distance call from
Delhi, “We are ready to sign your publishing contract!” Having made up her mind
on who to share the news with first, she was stepping up happily now in the
direction of her eight months old husband.
“Where have you been? I needed a cheque signed for the insurance
payment. I do hope you remembered to pick up an anniversary gift for the
Sharmas. Did the internet guys call?” greeted her eternal organizer of a life
partner.
Maulishree slumped over the bannister at his unheeding staccato.
“We really need to lighten our winter boxes,” Om began thrusting a book
at her, oblivious to her hardening face. “Emotive Dance,” she peered at the
title, her eyes brimming over. She gripped the tome. “Have it issued, will
you?” he was turning down the stairs dismissively, taking a sip from the
freshly micro- foamed cappuccino.
The State Frisbee Champion placed her feet apart to get a powerful
balance. She then raised her right arm and took aim! The book connected with
his neck. He followed it to the landing, in dull brown thuds.
There clearly was a whole lot he had missed.
2 comments:
"The State Frisbee Champion took aim! And it connected. With his neck. He followed the book to the landing, in dull brown thuds." ha!
Very nice:)
Thank you Neha for critiquing! Glad to have had you read them.
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