*cough* a true story *cough* except for the prompt....
It was getting tedious.... him and his cronies from the colony as she alighted from the bus.
The third day, well prepared ... note in hand....
Grinning sadly with the knowledge that he followed.... knowing exactly when she – book worm would be stopped.
Grudgingly admired his perseverance. The same routine.... different words, common refrain “I like you, be friends?” *
Day one at sympathetic best...
Day one at sympathetic best...
When she knew, just polite...
Today red in her vision hearing “I’d catch a grenade for ya...”
“Catch this first” waving the 100 rupee note across his face.
Walking away, raucous laughter from hidden corners “lost the bet, pass the 100 man”
Walking away, raucous laughter from hidden corners “lost the bet, pass the 100 man”
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Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
Since, crazy Mr. Blogspot won't let me reply to the comments here (is upset with the water ladies ever since they refused to verify visitors)...will do the next best thing, drop in to your blog to say my Vanakkam/Namaste/Salaam/Hello.