The Connection.. 1
Moments later a woman got out of it. My tired eyes perked up and started taking in every inch of her body that was fast revealing its contours in the shower. She opened the car bonnet and bent down to look inside, then started tinkering away with this and that. Poor bird! Who'd ever been successful in such attempts!
After few more vain attempts she straightened up, exasperated, oblivious of the shoddy state of her dress—the fine pink top now turned into her second skin. But boy, did she look divine! I couldn't care less anymore and rushed towards her as if in a trance. “Can I be of any help, madam?” So I found myself saying.
She turned up with a start but quickly transformed into a coy damsel in distress. A soft, muslin voice followed after. “Seems this chap won’t budge. And this bonnet is struck too.”
I struggled with the bonnet and finally it banged shut. She thanked me and what with gratitude and what with my wet condition, she offered me a seat in the car, “Do come on in please!
I followed her like a robot.
“Where are you up to?”
"33rd Avenue," the soft voice replied, “But with this car! Oh I’m sorry if I've
troubled you too much.” a smile of the best of guilt smile came out of her lips, “Well, let me introduce myself. I’m Sumi Gupta.”
“I’m Rajesh Bose. My office is in 33rd Avenue.”
“Are you married?” She looked straight into my eyes.
“Yes I’m. She works in Unique Shipping Corporation.”
“Unique Shipping Corporation? Great! What’s her name?”
I noticed a certain change of color in her face. Or maybe I was imagining things.
Was she a bit disappointed about that fact? I asked her bluntly, “Are you married too?” “Oh you’re right.”
“Then your husband must be worrying.”
“Naah. Must be having fun at a party. But why, your wife must be worrying her head off! God has sent you!" She gave a wry smile.
The Connection.. 2
I feigned a smile. No point in telling her that my wife did not even think of me. And who knew...