I am imprinting a sample of some work I did, here, just a pinch from a whole article : ……….Ok so here I am again, to tell you guys a few sides of ONE story; I know I have taken longer than two elephants’ gestation periods, one after the other, to come back, but I knew where to come running, when I came back from my hiatus.
Well, here’s the story, this sort of a thing would never happen to me .........or so I deluded. Anyway, I had to ride a bus in crowded Bangalore (I’m too apathetic to use the “politically” correct name to the city. It may be a necessity, but not pressing enough. If the living condition of 10 families below the poverty line could change for the better just by changing names, I would gladly change mine. Looky, looky.... just like me, going of the track just as the train is about to pick up speed) back to the story....after waiting for give or take an hour, the bus to my destination finally arrived, there were hardly 5 people at the platform before the bus arrived, but within a second there were a swarm of people pushing each other to get inside and find a seat, while I did marvel at their ability of mobility, I couldn’t care less if I get a seat or not, it would be enough for me to get inside and get home. So, after being pushed and badgered for a good 5 minutes, I managed to get inside, Oh! Did I tell you I was talking over the cell phone before the bus arrived? Well, I was, but I excused myself and told the person on the other end that I would call back and dropped the handset into my bag and then loop back to the marvellously mobile crowd, the pushing and the works.
Managed to get on to the bus (That should be a story in itself, because it really was an achievement for me) but as bored as you may be, there’s more to THIS story. After getting on to the bus I realized there was still a few minutes left before it could start on its journey and I thought I had enough time to finish my conversation. You guessed it right, I put my hand in the bag to pull out the handset and continue the conversation and my hand comes up empty, if I could do this a couple of more times I could kick some serious magician butt. Anyway, although I was very sure I had put the handset where I always put it when it is not in use, I searched the whole bag, got down to see if I had dropped it while in waiting, still nothing. I believed, since I had pulled a trick already of having the handset disappear I could make it reappear and hence search No. 2 of the bag. While I was rummaging through my bag, I lifted my eyes for a brief moment and looked into another pair of eyes, looking into mine, well dressed, handsome, was accompanying a group of female relatives, very caring; perfect situation for a love story? Well, It could have been, except he was laughing at my misery, not so much a laugh but the smile of a Cheshire cat WHO HAD MY CELL, either that or he knew who the actual Cheshire cat was, either ways bad bad bad cat. By now I knew he was the culprit and kept staring daggers at him, but he couldn’t control his laughter. So that’s that, I lost my cell, to this blumming idiot, with that my confidence in my alertness. Now let’s decipher our little situation.
When I started off this piece, I mentioned: “many sides to one story”:
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