So I bunked office one day and went to see my new found love. I mean, Akshay Kumar. Something about him just suddenly felt different.
The following events were warning signals that we shouldn’t have gone for the movie.
- Reached late. Sprinted from parking to the cinema hall.
- Took the lift pressed 2 and waited. And waited and waited and waited some more. And thought.
“Either we are moving very fast or we are not moving at all”. Realized that the button was not pressed and the couple behind us on the lift was completely oblivious of the fact that the lift was not moving. They were busy saying “Dekha baby ? I was saying na ? Let’s take the stairs ?”
“Aww baby, my baby, shweet baby, cute baby”.
I wanted to ask “Is your baby going to cry during the movie ?”
Just then I felt a tug at my hand. My partner in crime was giving me big eyes. Like, “Can we please get through one micro event in our lives without you not embarrassing me in public ? Just one ?”
I felt intense sympathy for him. So I gulped down my words and said “OKAY” my flaring my nostrils. Continue reading “Rustom Nathi Dekhvanu, Majja ni life. (4 minute read)”