One hot afternoon
You are sitting in a café alone. All by yourself. Feeling terribly sorry. That you have to pour your own tea, stir milk into it. With no one to offer sugar and for you to say ‘no sugar. Thank you’. You are sipping the hot brew when the waiter catches your eye. So you make a bet with yourself. If he walks over to your table and asks ‘anything else, sir?’ you will get a girl in the next six months. But if he does not, you are condemned to a life of solitude. He ambles along, stopping to smoothen a tablecloth. Then he clears a recently vacated table. Come over and ask me, you mentally beckon him. Mustering all the psychic powers inside you. He does not seem to get the message and starts to walk back to the kitchen. You start to panic. May be you are going to be condemned to a life of bachelorhood. No girlfriend, no wife and certainly no counselling to save your 8-year marriage. You are going to be drinking tea on your own with no one to offer sugar. ‘Garçon!’ you call out.
10 comments:
Brilliant... absolutely well captured irony of looking for a divine intervention in the mundane world of possibilities... :-)
loves me, loves me not - and the last petal was split into two ...
hey kool i jus made such a bet today mornin.. jus that it was that an auto driver instead of the waiter:) Like ur blog
beautiful as always ammani.
if divine intervention does not seem to be working -- better take your own initiative and call the waiter!!
:)
Ammani, now why does all this sound so familiar?
:-)
ha ha..a nice one!!
used to do that with Pallavan Bus #..
If the next bus is 5B,then I shall pass ..or else(seeinf that the approaching bus at a distance has 3 numbers...)...hmm...konjam bayandhunae...appovum pass dhaan :p..
Lovely, the growing frustration and panic captured well!
Garcon DOES mean boy so you got that right :)
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