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A quick tale 68

Last Tuesday around the same time as a quick tale 67

You look at your watch and it's midday already. You don't want to be late for the meeting with your consultant. You park the car and walk briskly towards the office when you see her. She tries to hide but not quickly enough.

How can you forget the face from your school years? She was your closest rival. The one who lost to you every time. The one who was always at your heels, breathing down your neck. Egging you to do better.

You walk over to say hello. She enquires about your life. You say something innocuous about marriage and kids and putting a hold on career. You leave out the flourishing real estate business and the gorgeous children and the incredible husband and the disastrous first marriage.

And what about her, you ask. She talks excitedly about her job, busy life and her lack of time for relationships. She sounds happy. You exchange telephone numbers and promise to stay in touch.

You turn around and wave to her as she enters a posh restaurant. You remember a cheque you have to drop off at a charity shop. You can still make it in time for the meeting, you hope.


Aravind said…
I got a feeling that this tale is somewhat similar to ur post before this.Please correct me if wrong
post said…
it's good to see the other side of the coin.

and suddenly i'm sad.
ok now my inner bitch feels suitably chastised.
Maruthu said…
Yuva/Ayutha Ezhuthu?

hmm.. interesting...
Anonymous said…
Wonderful witty and facetious - the unremitting winner is now a gracious giver and the perennial second fiddle thinks she is one-up finally. Great stuff, Ammani.
mitr_bayarea said…
nice one....where do you get the ideas for such neat short cud end with a moral or a hidden message...the ending always seems a lil sad and abrupt.....but, nice read.....
Anjali said…
hm quick tales two good job ammani
shyam said…
Oh, NICE turnaround! Sometimes ignorance is bliss...
Raga said…
Is this QT to appease some one else?
Here is what could be a 'third' perspective (that of an onlooker):
"I see two women. One is skinny and the other plumpy. They act as though they have seen each other after a long time. Hmmm. They seem to know each pretty well now. I always wonder how can two totally unlike people be friends. Guess 'Opposites attract'! The skinny one seems to be upbeat while the other one seems a bit uptight. Oh Man! This looks more like a monologue with the skinny one doing most of the talking and the plumpy one doing the nodding. They seem to be exchanging their numbers. Good they can atleast use their morning in a more useful way than chit chatting like this. Wait, while the skinny one goes into the Posh restaurant, the plumpy one has gone into the charity shop! Hmm. More intriguing. See... I told you I always wondered how totally different people (from totally differen societal strata) hook up so eaily!"
Harish said…
Wow! :) That was good!

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