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A quick tale 178

One evening, around 6 pm

It’s her height that grabs your attention. Else, how would you notice her among the crowd waiting to cross the road? The traffic light in front of you turns red and you smooth to a halt. She steps on to the road from the pavement. Her posture is erect, just like you remember it. When she looks in your direction to check for oncoming traffic, you see the same severe expression on her face that you recall from all those PE lessons, way back in high school. What a terror she used to be back then. Making you run laps around the track while she stood in the middle sipping coffee. I have eyes in the back of my head, she would threaten. And you sincerely believed it. She is just about to take another step when a bicycle comes speeding past her. Causing her to lose composure and retreat swiftly back to the pavement. She decides to wait for a quieter moment to cross the road. The lights turn green and you gradually pull away. As you drive past her, you notice that she is shaken. Just another frail old lady waiting to cross the road. How you wish the illusion had not been shattered.

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Vi said…
Frail but still determined, I hope.
Anonymous said…
A humble request.. pls remove letter 37 (to KG) from your posts.
Alien said…
Hi.. Wonderful... I loved it!!
Deepa said…
Aren't PT teachers universally hated? The only way, we'd feel sorry for them is when we see them like this, I guess. Unless ofcourse we become one (PT teacher).
Revealed said…
They *did* have eyes behind their back. *nods wisely*. I know.
this is nice blog, visit me soon
Amrita said…
your quick tales are still going strong and the flavour just as delectable.
Anonymous said…
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Rach said…
You write amazingly well. Linked you even before I commented! Cos you're really good!
Sujeet said…
short yet wonderful.
liked it
Just Someone said…
Simply phenomenal writing. I think its the simplicity that makes it powerful.
A4ISMS said…
Where are you, Ammani? We miss you.
geetha said…
quite sometime since u have written a blog????
Oracle said…
Sometime being physically fit makes you prolong your life beyond a point where you are no longer the person you actually are!
Nilu said…
Before you moved on, the wind gently brushed her saree away showing some of her once perky breasts.

A pang of guilt rushes through, as you recall those days and remember her as the first to whom you lost your virginity to, again and again in your adoloscent fantasy world.

Even until recently, she made your lonely nights special, as you always remembered her as she was.

Now the bubble was broken. Damn ! How you wish the illusion had not been shattered.
Keshi said…
WOW good write-up!

Keshi.
AJAY said…
hi,
what a great story i love it from
www.natureglow.blogspot.com
iz said…
I had a std 3 teacher, who was nasty and scary and a big bully. She was HUGE. At least 5 ft 11 inches. Now she's bent and weak and worst of all, afraid. I know hoe you feel.

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