Enter a shop and the staff greets you with a smile. You ask for the stuff, pay the price and leave.
You remember the smile, the affable staff. Most likely, you’d visit the shop again. The staff won’t tell you what hides behind that smile. Not, unless he risks his job. But I can tell you the truth, for I am no longer a shop-hand now. For me, love just happened. It was spontaneous. A cute, young girl came to buy something and entered my heart straightaway. The story doesn’t end here. She brought a storm in my placid life which I’m still struggling to weather it out.
About the author:
The author spent some memorable years with the Indian Airlines. He now lives in Lucknow with his son Rajiv and wife Rani. When he’s not reading or writing, he likes to dabble in Indian classical music. This is when his son uses his earplugs and the better half enjoys the fun.