Short Stories

The Actor

It was a hot day, Zafar felt the heat, in spite of the Air conditioned car. Are we there yet? he asked his chauffeur. No sir there is a block ahead, and we might be a bit late..stammered the old man. Zafar didn’t like to be late. Now what..mumbled the star. The chauffeur lowered his window and asked a pedestrian as why the traffic was being held up? The man gave a shrug and walked away..apparently he had a lot of things to be worried about than a road block.

The chauffeur looked back at the actor, he had already lost interest and was stretching in his new car. What a life this man had was the only thing he could think about …He was 26, a multimillionaire, had a girlfriend every week, and most importantly paid him very well. that was the sole reason that he put up with the actors whims and fancies.

“Where is My IPOD?”. The Chauffeur knew that Zafar was in one of his moods and it would be best to leave him alone. He got out of the car and realized how hot it was outside..dusty too…he looked around to see many other cars idling and some people on the bike too waiting for the traffic policemen to clear up. There were some workers who were working on some underground cables. The Chauffeur wondered as how these people could work in the hot sun. Zafar was cribbing about the heat inside an Air Conditioned car. And five minutes outside, he could the sweat trickling down his forehead. The Workmen’s kids were running between the cars that were waiting for the block to clear. They were least bothered by the sun . One of them peeked through the window and recognized the star…wooo he let out a scream and started tapping on the window to get Zafar’s attention.

The kids had grouped around and were all looking for some sort of acknowledgment from the Actor. Zafar immediately put on the actor pose and begun to wave at the kids from inside. The chauffeur looked back at the kids, they were running towards their parents screaming loudly….An Old lady looked up….. wiped the sweat of her face and looked towards the Car.. and then continued with her work. The other workmen barely raised their head. The Chauffeur was shocked by the reaction, He was expecting them to come running to the car trying to get a glimpse of the star…but they did not.

Zafar was hardly bothered and continued to bask inside the car..The Chauffeur was very curious and walked over to the workmen..perhaps they didn’t believe the kids…Hey Zafar is over there don’t you people want to see him? The leader of the group looked up gave a weary smile…i see a lot of his movies, a first class entertainer, but that’s when i am bored and need some time off..now i have work to do and cannot be bothered byhim.

The conversation left him with a totally different perspective… he walked back to the car and pulled himself in…Zafar was sitting with his eyes closed. The entertainer for the crowd…..the Chauffeur stifled his smile, switched on the radio, turned the A/C to maximum and waited for the block to clear.

“Minaminuginte Nurungu Vettom” A Story

It was such a relief to watch the river flow, the slow rhythm of the waves bring about a sense of calm. I never heard my wife come there. “Mashey, Breakfast is on the table and the medicines…”. “On the cupboard” I finished. “Don’t forget to eat, and if I leave now I will reach the school before the bell rings.” I looked up at her and said “Teacherey…, look it is December 6th, you don’t have to rush today”. Her face lost a bit of radiance. She was to retire today, after 30 years of service. I had retired about five years earlier and since then my routine was the same each day. I would walk her to school, work on the farm in the morning, go to the temple with her in the evening. Villagers would call me her shadow. I didn’t mind it a bit because we had only each other for company. I tried to cheer her up by saying look “At last things were going to change a bit in our lives. I would be spared the morning walk to the school”, but I knew that she would miss the school and the kids very much.
A couple of months later, our house had visitors, I had no idea as who the man or the beautiful girl accompanying him was, yet he seemed to know a great deal about me and my wife. He was full of questions and it didn’t take long for me to realize that I didn’t like the guy. He introduced himself as a relative of my wife. Apparently, she had stayed at his house while she was at college. Now he wanted her to take care of his daughter who was joining a college nearby. Before I could say a word, teacher took the girl in. I didn’t want a stranger to disturb the peaceful heaven the two of us had set. But as usual she convinced me by pointing out that the girls mother was a very close friend and she owed her family a lot. Half heartedly I agreed to it.
A year flew past and “Maya”, our Mayamma, became an integral part of the heaven. It hardly took her a couple of days to win me over. Mayamma changed our lives completely. We had someone to dote over us and we found someone whom we could give all our love. Mayamma’s father had remarried after her mother’s death and she was not welcome at her stepmothers place. Every moment at the house became memorable with Mayamma adding color and happiness to our boring old lives. We had discovered the joy of parenthood in our sixties.

One day, an young man came to visit Maya. He introduced himself as a friend of our daughter and wanted to meet her. I turned him away thinking that he was just another guy trying his luck in wooing her. I spoke to Maya harshly for the first time. I wanted her to concentrate on her studies and leave the romance behind. I had hardly finished when I saw her eyes brimming up. That was something I could never bear to see. Teacher was there and she gave me a look reserved for the guilty kid, “I didn’t say anything… didn’t mean to……” I managed to put in a weak apology. Teacher found out that Ravi and Maya were very much in love and he was seeking her hand in marriage. We wanted her to be happy and decided to speak with Ravi. I apologized to ravi for my earlier outburst. I decided to talk to Mayamma’s father about the alliance. Harsh words and insults greeted me. he sent me out of the house and Mayamma walked out with me. That meant a lot to me and i decided to give her all the support she needed.
This was a wedding of a daughter we never had. Our house was all set for the big occasion. Ravi had a job in the United States and had to leave in a couple of months after the wedding. He could not take Mayamma with him and he left her in our care. Amidst tearful farewells, me and teacher were happy that Mayamma would still be there with us. We did everything to keep Mayamma happy. Months oater when w found out that we were going to become grandparents. Our joy knew no bounds. But the joy was shortlived as a cruel twist of fate took away our Mayamma from us, leaving us with “Unni” her son. We convinced a heart broken Ravi to let Unni stay with us until he was old enough to go to the States. Unni taught us to be young again, every day we learnt new things from him. We laughed, cried, and played with him. Unni helped us get over our grief, giving us a new lease of life.
Five years later, I got a letter from Ravi. He was coming to take Unni back with him. I didn’t know how to react; Teacher was planning to enroll him in her school. I knew it would break her heart if Unni was taken away from her. When she found out that Ravi was coming to take back Unni she cried her heart out. It was the first time I had seen her break down. Ravi, had no one else, and wanted to be with his son. He told us that he wanted to come earlier, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so because he kept thinking about us, Now that we were getting older, he thought that Unni will have a better life if he was with him. I knew that Ravi was right. “After our time all of this is Unni’s, bring him here at least once in a year.” Over the next few days, Unni kept asking me as why grand ma was crying. i couldnt give him an answer for tears would my voice.
The morning Ravi was supposed to go; Unni was all excited when he got to know that he was going somewhere in an aeroplane. He thought that we were also accompanying him and assured me by saying that he and grand ma were there so I need not worry about the flight. I called Ravi aside and told him “we cannot to bear to see him go can you take him away when we are inside”. I saw teacher crying inside the house. As I held her hand and sat beside her, we heard Unni cry out. His dad was taking him and he was crying out for us. She let go of my hand and ran out to the kid. But all that we saw on reaching the gate was a speeding boat taking away our little bundle of joy forever. We stood there at the river bank crying our hearts out, as our tears fell onto the river; the waves caressed our feet assuring us that we were not alone in our moments of grief.
We walked back slowly, thinking about the beautiful moments we had with Mayamma and Unni. Just as the glow of a firefly lights up the dark for an instant they had lit up our lives.

Feel Like GOD


“Feel like GOD”, that’s what the sticker on my bike says. I do feel like one when I am on it. The exhilarating feeling when you race on it is something unique. I took my bike and went out for a late night drive. I liked to go out for a drive in the night, it helped clear my mind. So here, I was coasting when I noticed the signal turn red. The new traffic regulations required the lights to be on at all times. There were not many on the road. Still I stopped and waited for the green.
I was joined by another young man at the signal. He saw the sticker, smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled with pride. The signal turned green and the guy, apparently in a hurry, raced ahead. On any day, I would have raced him down, but that day I wanted to while away time. I let him go ahead. I watched the tail light disappear on the road, as another car sped past me.
A few seconds later, I heard a loud crash; I saw the bike landing after a somersault in the air. The car had knocked over the other biker, and sped away. There was not a soul in sight now. The bike was damaged beyond repair. I saw him about ten meters ahead, lying crumpled on the road. I ran to him, he appeared dead. The scene made me sick. Blood everywhere and the stench made me throw up. I was shocked; I had witnessed one of the many Hit and runs of the city.
I heard a groan, he was alive. I ran back fighting the nausea and tried to hold him still, I had to take him to a hospital. The roads were completely deserted, I did not what else to do, I carried him to my bike, and raced off. I have heard about the need to keep a injured person still. Nothing came to my mind then, I just wanted to reach a hospital and i did my best to keep him from bouncing of my bike.
By the time I reached the hospital, my shirt was drenched in sweat and blood. The attending took the guy in, and asked me to wait. Pandemonium reined, a part of me wanted to be somewhere else, enjoying my ride, but here I was at a hospital, wondering what would become of a man whom I just met. I could not even remember his face.
Then came the police, the enquiry, and i spent the rest of the night filling forms and answering questions. The police were trying to trace out his family, and wanted me to be there until notified. At dawn, the attending came out and told me “He has damaged his spine, and probably might never walk again But he is alive”. That was the first good news that I heard in 12 hours, I hugged the doctor, and cried like a kid. And you are his……? The doctor asked. “Nobody” I replied. The doctor looked as if somebody had slapped him. Oh. Good, I mean that was nice, not many would have done that.
I moved away to a corner. I didn’t want to think that it was because of me, I had brought him there on my Bike. I could have done more damage than the accident. That was when a gentle man walked in. he looked harassed, spoke to the doctor and walked towards me. He thanked me again and again for what I had done. (It was his son). He called me a God, I felt happy, very happy.
But that day was only a memory now. That happiness was not helping me in any way today, for nothing could stop the pain in my battered and bruised body. My bike had let me down. And I was being taken to a hospital now. Scenes flashed in front of me, Blood, pain, the ambulance…….sirens wailing… the people…and then at last the sticker “Feel like God”. I managed to smile before it was all over.

The Choice

Only a few days into college and this girl was making waves. She was everything a guy wanted, and everything one hated. Beautiful, smart, haughty, arrogant you name it, it would describe her. A fresher making so much news in college was unheard of.

Me on the other hand, was famous for all the wrong reasons. I had the wonderful gift of ending up at the wrong place at the wrong time and that would get me trouble. I was a joker to friends who knew what actually happened and a devil to those who didn’t know the true story.

One day, as i ran around the corner I crashed into something or someone I would say. It was a girl, could have been a fresher. I was running at a nice speed and the force of my hit knocked her down. She started crying, and I didn’t want to get into any more trouble as I had already been threatened with “Suspension” for any further trouble in the month. I ran from that place and soon forgot all about it.

The next day i was hanging out with my friends when she came storming there. Behind her was the girl whom I had crashed into earlier tugging at her sleeve. She walked right to me. I was trying to get my brain to work. She was good looking, had an air of confidence about her. She comes straight to me and tells me, Mister you should be ashamed of yourself, my friends look up and almost are ready to roll out laughing. When she turns around and tells them “you too”. We sat silently as she gave a big lecture about how pathetic we were, and that we had to understand that we were just some bimbos who were trying to be cool. She wanted me to apologize to the girl. I didn’t know what to say. I just stared at her and I loved everything about her then. A big smile broke out from my face. The anger made her ears red. It was the cherry on the Cake.

She yelled for some more time and decided that it was pointless to continue with all of us stunned to silence. Nobody in our college had ever given us a speech like that and walked off, not even our HOD who was famous for his temper tantrums; even that man was guarded in his speech with us. But here was a girl who was calling the Final year fellows names and walking out like a heroine. After that yelling our reputation took a big hit, we were forced to stay indoors and work on projects as our term was approaching an end.

That helped us a lot, may sound strange but that saw to the fact that we did good projects and we were placed in good companies at the end of the term. We never saw her in the college ever, but kept hearing about her heroics. I joined a firm and did well enough to be transferred Onsite within two years of me joining it. I started to be a bit more careful in whatever thing I did, I didn’t want to see a beet root red ear ever again.

With time, my family started pushing for a wedding, they had seen an alliance. The Girl’s side was happy with my profile and all I had to do was come see the girl, and bingo I would have a wife soon. Even my parents were very happy about the alliance. I decided to check it out as a vacation to India was long overdue.

So I went to meet her family, they were nice people . I liked them. And so I was asked to go upstairs to meet my future wife. There after six years I saw her again. I had never been so tensed; panic hit me in full force. The same face, the ears not so red and face still beautiful. As I struggle to find words, she gives a big smile and says “Hi, been a long time”. I was expecting “What you?” She said “long time” so she knew it was me. I manage to ask “But why”. She understood what I meant. She told me that she had really liked me since the first time, but was angry with me because I was wiling away my time doing useless things. As she was talking, I started to realize how much I missed her, and always had liked her. She told me that when this alliance came to her, she didn’t even think a minute and had accepted the proposal

I told her that I needed some time to decide on, I saw worry on that face then. But I couldn’t make a choice then and there, I hardly knew her and I was still scared of the good yelling I got that day.

It has been 40 years since that day. I am sitting with my grand son. I hear my wife calling him. I can tell from her voice that she is not happy with something. It was late and she had to put him in bed. He doesn’t want to sleep. He asks me as who that girl was and what happened to her? My wife looks at me with a scorn, that tells me it is late and he has to be in bed. I picked my grandson up and showed him my wife’s ears. They were red. A big smile spreads across his face and he asks “Grandma?” As I miss a step, her hand steadies me. I smile as I realized that I made the correct choice that day.

One in you

It had been a long tiring day for Martin, a professor at a prestigious business school. He had given three – hour long lectures and had faced a volley of questions from the students. He loved his job. He was good with words and that made him more endearing to the students. However, today’s sessions had made him tired. He longed to get back to the comfort of his home.
Just then his phone buzzed, it was his wife, Tammy. “Marty, can you come home immediately?” She sounded tensed. “It is Aria. She has locked herself in her room and refuses to talk to anybody.” He wondered what had happened, as he raced home. Aria was his youngest daughter. Tammy was a great mother and did everything to make a great family. Normally, the chief trouble maker would be his elder daughter Ria. He was used to getting complaints on Ria, but he used to laugh it off, as all of her pranks were quiet similar to the ones that he used to pull on his neighbors when young. But Aria, the younger one, She was more like Tammy, Quiet and Smart. She never got into trouble unlike Ria. The sudden aberration made him feel a bit tensed.
He walked in as fast as he could. He found Ria sitting out, she had been crying. Tammy was tired, shaken but still looked beautiful. He walked to Aria’s room. He could hear her sobbing. He knocked on the door, and called her out. There was no answer for a few minutes, and then slowly the door opened and out came Aria. The next minute Tammy ran in and hugged her. The relief in her face said it all. “You almost killed me was all that she could say as she held her tightly. Ria was noisier, cursing her and hugging her at the same time. He walked back to the couch and sat down. Martin was silent. Aria walked over to him and sat there with him. She did not saying anything, but he could see that she was crying. Tammy wanted to know what was wrong, but Martin gestured her to leave it to him. Tammy went to make tea for everybody. Ria too joined her leaving them alone. Martin looked at her and asked, ” It is like I have run a marathon….., age is catching up I guess. You want to tell me what that was about?” She nodded.
Martin got up and took her out for a walk. She walked in silence for a few minutes. She took out a slip of paper and handed it out to him his hands started to tremble as he read it. It took a moment for it to sink in. Tammy had a complication after Ria’s birth and the doctors had to do a surgery which meant that she could never have a baby again. Here was the statement which he had signed, approving the surgery. She had found that paper somehow, when she was trying to hide Ria’s necklace at the basement. She didn’t say anything. She stood there expecting him to give an answer. For the first time he was at a loss of words. He walked ahead, took a few deep breaths.
“The First time I saw you, you were so small that you could fit in the palm of my hand. Today I can see that you have grown, you have every right to know the truth”. He told her about her parents, his friends. He had been to a trip with them, when they were research associates. Martin was driving. A van, had veered to the right suddenly, Martin reacted a second late and the impact had thrown the car over. Martin managed to wriggle out of the car with their baby. Her parents had not survived the crash. He had brought her home to Tammy. “This is…Started Martin” “Our daughter” finished Tammy. Since that day that’s the way it has been”.
Martin felt his eyes moisten. He had always held himself responsible, for Aria’s parents. He had not talked about the accident to anybody, not even to Tammy. He looked at her. She just walked up to him and hugged him tight. That said it all. Father and daughter as always. She said. “Dad, and that’s the way it would be. I was sad when I found out that I was not a part of this loving family, but when I saw Mom, Ria and you outside when I came out, the look on your faces told me how much I meant to them. What more can I ask for in life? ” As they walked back home, Martin could not throw out the words in his head – His little girl had just grown up. “Family isn’t about whose blood you have. It’s about who you care about.”
Tammy and Rhea were waiting for them at the door, a tad anxious. They looked at him expecting an explanation. Martin, Martin’s question was directed at Ria – “You would not miss a necklace, will you?”. Rhea let out a “What..that..did she lose it……..” and started to chase Aria. “They are still kids, aren’t they” says Tammy and walks in. Martin smiles and says “How about that cup of tea?”

The Dream

The Dream

December 1st 2007, Friday. It had been a long tiring day. My Roommates had gone out for the weekend, I was alone in my apartment, and bored. So I picked up a beer and sat before the Idiot box. Again nothing interesting. May be it was the beer; I soon drifted to what I call the heavy sleep. Thus begun the dream.

I was waiting for a cab to pick me up, I was supposed to go to the Airport, and my flight to the United States of America, the Land of Opportunities was at 2.00 in the morning. Till then I had never set foot on a flight, and my fear of flying was pushing me down. But I summon all the courage I had and go inside the tube. I manage to find myself in a seat and complete the first flight and land in Dubai to get my connecting flight. People always tell me that I have the looks of an Arab, but I always thought that the guys were pulling my leg, because of a Muslim girl I was talking to. So here I was in Dubai Airport, looking at my next flight timings when I hear an Old gentleman say something to me. I heard “Hakmish Al Zogrish” or something like that. I keep staring at him, and I manage to say “excuse me; I don’t understand what you are saying!!!” On hearing that, the old man’s eyes go wide as if I had shocked the wits out of him. He manages to say “What, you don’t speak Arabic”!!! He apologized for that and left me wondering what makes most think that I am an Arab. I still haven’t found an answer!!!

The scenes shifted; soon I was at Pittsburgh the Bridge city, PA, USA . The city was serene; the country side looked like a Picture from the Post Cards. The silence was eerie, and the Winter Cold brutal at times. But I found myself with a lot of friends back from India. So begun my life at Pittsburgh, it was different from the fast and furious pace of Chennai, it was calm. I wanted to settle down there. There was nothing special to talk about the work place, save three extra ordinarily beautiful women. Well they all had boyfriends or were married, so there ended things. Whoever thinks that America is a land where only sex matters, no culture, no virtues, are way off mark. I saw that most of the People really cared about their families, and took every opportunity to shower their love on their loved ones.

Another day, we decided to go on a road trip. We hit the road, and were on our way to Niagara Falls. It is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. The sheer power of the water hitting the rocks, the beauty of the falls made me stand transfixed there. Atlantic City with all its Casinos showed me what money can get one. Edison with its Huge Indian population made me see home away from Home, Trenton with all its universities took me to another world, and Philadelphia showed me the celebration of life. Each place made me wonder as how vast and beautiful the world is and what all is still left to see in this world. I was happy that could see so much in so little time.

So life was moving at full speed, when one day I met her. It was her eyes, It had everything about it. Happiness, sorrow, the emotions…wow, she was beauty personified. She sees me staring at her and tells me “Hey, it is not polite to stare”. I just mumble out a few words, not knowing what exactly to say. Still she holds my stare and asks me what I do, well it is the tell me about yourself question, that most Indians would have perfected for the interviews so I rattled of some things about myself and my job. From the look on her face I knew that she didn’t understand a bit. Just to keep the conversation going, I asked her what she did. She told me she was a Dancer at a club. It took some time to sink in but I knew what sort of dancer she was. I told her that I needed to go and meet someone, and that i would catch her around. She understood that I never intended to see her again. The eyes, they pleaded to accept her as what she was. But no matter what the Eyes did, there was a small voice that always kept sounding the warning “She is a stripper, you mean nothing to her. She is just looking for money”.

A few days later I met her again, this time at the Shopping mall. She looked beautiful. I waved at her, and the eyes beamed with a sense of recognition. I walk to her. She gives a dazzling smile and says “So we meet again”. We walk together for some time, talking about various things, and I realized that we had similar tastes. Time flew. I decided to go out with her. My friends all had the same thing to say “You are out of your mind!!”. I told them I knew what I was doing. She became very close to me. We went out a few more times, and we would walk back home every day. She had wanted to become a model, she left home to seek her fortune here, but ended up being a professional dancer. The eyes told me that was true. I did not know what else to do, so I kissed her.

That night was beautiful. I forgot everything around me, as she lay there in my arms crying softly. She fell asleep in my arms. Time flew. She joined an aerobic training center, and she got a job as a part time trainer there. The eyes, the sorrow in it had vanished. Her eyes shone with happiness. One day as we were strolling around, she said she wanted to buy something and asked me to wait at the Coffee shop outside. She came out a few minutes later. She had a gift box in her had. The gift was for me. It was a beautiful crystal stone. The eyes said everything she wanted to. She was in love with me. She had quit her job at the club and got another one as the aerobic center. I heard the voice in my head again “stripper, culture, family, India……”. I couldn’t look at her. As I walk away from her, her eyes scream at the betrayal.

I am on my Flight back home and I think about her, and what I have done to her. But I was trying to console myself saying that it was for best. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the pain in her eyes. She hadn’t uttered a word, she stood there with tears streaming down. The eyes they haunted me. I closed my eyes to shut myself in darkness. I hear the pilot announcing us to fasten our belts as we land in India. As the tires touch the Runway, the plane skids and the engines let out a scream as they scrape the ground.

I wake up screaming, am sitting before the idiot box again; the finished beer is at my side. I thank God that it was a dream. I slowly get up from the chair stretching, wondering what to do on a Saturday morning. I see the calendar the Date reads February 2 Saturday 2008. I am stunned. I feel something in my jeans. My hands trembled as I pull out the crystal stone that she had given me. I am sitting alone in my apartment again with a beer in my hand now.

Have I Changed

I was sitting with a coffee, reading a Mario Puzo novel in my Apartment’s balcony, when my neighbors’ wife Jia came out with her two month old kid Ashmita. It was drizzling slightly and she wanted to get something from the nearby store. Her husband was not home and she didn’t want to take her kid out in the rain, so she wanted me to (take care) hold the baby while she was out. She wanted me to Babysit!

My record with kids was tremendous, I could make the sweetest of them cry. All I had to do was wave or smile and they would go wailing till their parents picked them back. So I was like uh no Jia… However, before I could complete the sentence Ashmita was in my hands. Her mother said she will be back in ten minutes and left.
I bet she was wondering why her mother had left her with me and was hoping that she would start the war cry before her mother left. As i hold her in my arms she touches my face and goes goo…. The kid was actually smiling, trying to say something and not showing any indication of crying. With new found confidence I tried talking to her. I have seen my mum and cousin sisters try the koochi koochi stuff with kids, and that’s what I did. I spoke gibberish to her. She gave me a look that was like “Hello, you seem to be a nice guy, but what the hell are you saying?” and then she gives me yet another dazzling smile. I stopped making weird noises and started to do everything to make her smile. She enjoyed my company so much that she was not ready to go when her mother came back for her. Euphoria at Ms.Smiles.When she left, there was a strange feeling inside me. Maybe it’s just the euphoria of being successful at a job i sucked at before, maybe it was the way the baby smiled at me. My thoughts went wild, i was thinking about being a father. You know it sounds idiotic, but there at that instant I was feeling different and thinking about the day when I will have my own kid, whom I can share my love with. I started to wonder what had happened to me, spending 10 minutes with the kid had shaken up my outlook on life, I wanted to be someone who could care for and feel loved. My thoughts went to a girl whom I knew for some time. I was thinking about settling down with her. Even though i thought the whole idea was crazy i wanted to talk to her about this.The next day at office i see my colleague setting his sons pic as the computer desktop background. He tells me whenever he feels bad, all he needed to feel better was to look at his sons picture. Today, his statement made sense. I guess euphoria has still not left completely. I was browsing through the web and came across a community, “I will have a daughter someday”, I didn’t know why, but I became a member of that community. I told my colleague this and he told me, listen you cannot be a boy always someday you will grow up and be a different person from what you are now. You will Change. These words made me think that the universe was sending me a message and I decided it was time and to ask her if she would be the one.

I started to move around with a new zeal, stopped being the cool dude, started to make subtle changes that made the difference between a who’s who and who’s he! I thought I had changed. She was waiting for me at her favorite coffee shop. I walked up to her with a big smile and we talked about old friends and other happenings. I was feeling excited cold and racy, and was about to talk about the feelings when I see a girl (you know the “model” type who can make heads turn, and make your jaws drop). I let out a small whistle; she gave me a heart wrenching smile. Euphoria Man! “That was rude!! you cannot do that”. I was being brought back to reality by the girl. We got coffee, and we talked for some more time. After a while I left saying I would catch up with her later. Next day, I walked in to my office threw my back pack over and go about my business. My colleague looks at me and asks “So have you changed”? Almost” I say, as i set a Monica Bellucci picture as my wallpaper and wink at him ;).