A ticking sound, no she was just checking whether the cellphone in her purse was ringing. Kaydee saw Baneesh notice her antics. their third friend of an older age group did not notice her. She was dressed in a hijab. They were a couple and were traveling together in our berth. Two huge boxes covered in black crinkly paper neatly marked "Farah Qasi" were restricting the alleyway.
Then came the ticket examiner and he did not seem to notice the blockade. But the assuming husband got ahold of a porter and shifted the cumbersome luggage away.
All settled, we turned out thoughts to our tummies. The pantry car was the next bogey and the pantry-boys were doing their roundabouts with silver foiled food stuff, a sniff of masala filling the three tier air-conditioned compartment, each time someone opened a parcel.
"aloo paratha... aloo paratha..", another fun filled food caterer passed by.
Farah was now opening a bottle of cola, alas twas a shaken one. as soon as she opened it, the compressed liquid began to spurt. Kaydee closest to the scene o the crime took a step back, and later when they were both alone laughing in the galley, he described it like, "Was it a bomb", while Baneesh's perverted brain wanted to scream out, "Suck on it girl, lick it dry"
They laughed their guts out, tea cups in hand.
;-p
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wrote this on the journey bk from Goa.... do leave your comments below.
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