Nosy nieghbour :
My nosy old neighbour once asked me in elevator ,"what do you do ?" I answered very enthusiastically ,"I am a author ." She looked at me from tip to toe [or maybe was trying to see through me with her not so x-ray vision which she was opearted not so recently for cataract ] and asked again,"what do you do ?" As a teacher my mind is trained to chose different words to explain the same thing , so , I answered ,"I write books." The elevator door opened at 8th floor and a lady in her seventees entered in a muddy colored silk saree . My neighbour started talking with her who had just entered the lift but not till after hugging and kissing and a wide smile that exhibited her teeth that looked more like the keyboard of harmonium with the stains of paan etc...... Phew !!!!! I was happy she found her friend , so what if in a elevator ! Atleast she will not remember me till I got off the ....... she turned to me yet again as if a lightning managed to strike her in the elevator right from the sky and asked ,"what do you do ?" Well now she had company who was squirming at me because of my casual dressing in a track suit with a sling bag across my shoulder and a shopping cotton pouch bag in my hand and sneakers that would help me in running away ......... she scrutinized me form tip to toe ........ My neighbour was now holding my hand as if trying to stop my flight ....... we all knew we were approaching the ground floor and we will go our way .......... unfortunatley the lift was still on the 4th floor and I didn't have an answer and my she was holding my hand ..... I eased myself out of her clutches by turning around looking into the mirror .........but fortune didn't take long to come to my rescue and we reached ground floor by the time i tied my hair into a neat bun , looking at myself and admiring and .......... by the the time I was done with all this admiration and adjusting my assets we reached ground floor and I just rushed out of the lift [if only i had wings !!!!!!!] ........ I had no answer .......
My nosy old neighbour once asked me in elevator ,"what do you do ?" I answered very enthusiastically ,"I am a author ." She looked at me from tip to toe [or maybe was trying to see through me with her not so x-ray vision which she was opearted not so recently for cataract ] and asked again,"what do you do ?" As a teacher my mind is trained to chose different words to explain the same thing , so , I answered ,"I write books." The elevator door opened at 8th floor and a lady in her seventees entered in a muddy colored silk saree . My neighbour started talking with her who had just entered the lift but not till after hugging and kissing and a wide smile that exhibited her teeth that looked more like the keyboard of harmonium with the stains of paan etc...... Phew !!!!! I was happy she found her friend , so what if in a elevator ! Atleast she will not remember me till I got off the ....... she turned to me yet again as if a lightning managed to strike her in the elevator right from the sky and asked ,"what do you do ?" Well now she had company who was squirming at me because of my casual dressing in a track suit with a sling bag across my shoulder and a shopping cotton pouch bag in my hand and sneakers that would help me in running away ......... she scrutinized me form tip to toe ........ My neighbour was now holding my hand as if trying to stop my flight ....... we all knew we were approaching the ground floor and we will go our way .......... unfortunatley the lift was still on the 4th floor and I didn't have an answer and my she was holding my hand ..... I eased myself out of her clutches by turning around looking into the mirror .........but fortune didn't take long to come to my rescue and we reached ground floor by the time i tied my hair into a neat bun , looking at myself and admiring and .......... by the the time I was done with all this admiration and adjusting my assets we reached ground floor and I just rushed out of the lift [if only i had wings !!!!!!!] ........ I had no answer .......
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