what men think …
“Walk ?”
Thats the question she asked me, I looked out of the window and then look at my wrist watch,
“Its 5PM and weather looks good, I guess I need some fresh air.”
I drag my lazy bum off my chair and stretch out my arms. It being a Sunday most of the floor was empty, but we System Admins don’t have a life, the curse of 24×7 support. She was in the office to finish up some paper work for the audit tomorrow. I have been seeing her for the last 2 years and we are still just friends, well a bit more than friends. It has been a more of an on-off relationship for us, and now it was ON.
We walk out of the building on to the main road, and we casually walk towards the cafe coffee day outlet which was in Shastri Nagar about half a kilometer from office.
“Amma kitne ka diya?”
“Dus ke do.”
“Nahi ek hi chahiye, paanch main doge?”
She takes the gajra of Jasmine and puts it on the back of her head.
“How is it looking?”
“Nice”
“You know something when I was young, my dad used to bring gajras like this everyday for my mom …..”
“Oh whats that smell”, the smell of Jasmine was driving me crazy, My thoughts began to wander on how I would love to make love to her with the smell of jasmine lingering in the background.
“Are you listening to me” she yelled, suddenly putting a stop to my ecstasy. “Yeah, am sorry, what were you saying, sorry my mind was elsewhere..”
She paused, “Forget it” she said.
—- THE END —-
Moral of the story: Men always think about women, but women seldom realise it.
