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At the 3.15 showing of King Kong

You walk into the movie theatre alone, stand in queue and ask for one ticket for the next show of King Kong. Well actually, you whisper ‘one ticket, please’ because you don’t want others to see that you’re there to watch the movie on your own. ‘Single, adult…that would be…’ rattles the ticket assistant loudly while proceeding to issue you your ticket. You slink quickly into the unlit hall, find your seat and settle down even though it’s a good 25 minutes before the show is due to start.

Some time later, a family of four slips into your row. The father sees you sitting alone and wonders if the seat next to you is taken. No, you shake your head, while still looking at the blank screen. He asks you again, just to confirm. What’s the matter with these people? you wonder. Why must every activity be undertaken in convivial togetherness? Besides what’s the point of taking someone along when all you’re ever going to be doing is staring at a screen in a darkened room? Still, the man has just asked you a question and is waiting for you to answer. No, you say. A little too loudly. He waits for a second and then sits two seats away from you. Suddenly you wish you had brought someone along. If only to hold hands with when King Kong tosses aside New York cabs like you would a tooth pick.


Unnikrishnan G Nair said…
You are back... It has been a pretty loooong vacation.. Hope you enjoyrd it to the hilt!!
UR BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! sob! the sweet relief! thank god... i need to go lie down.
Chenthil said…
"Thanimai Kandadhundamma adhil oru Saaram irukkudhamma"
Oracle said…
Hmm ppl will come here and tell you how long you have been and away and they have been missing your quick tales for soooooo long. Though at one level it would sound effusive, I am sure you would have enjoyed homecoming more than the coming of your blogreaders!
madhumitha said…
thanimaiyilae inimai kaana mudiyumaa
welcome back! :) so how was the movie? still wodering if it will be worth the 3 hours...:)
pandaram said…
nice one- i have thought about this situation or felt too when going alone to a restaurant. but never had any problems back in india during similar situations
Hi.. I'm new to your blog. But i read all your stories at a stretch. You're one helluva story writer! I love the way you spin your tales. There is a tragi-comic twist in most of them that i love. It's like that tangy sweetness in food that makes you go slurp slurp!!! Thank you for writing!!! :)
Anonymous said…
i have experienced a smiliar situation.

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