Mechanism
"Oh God, its him" muttered Tapasya
her eyes having met the gentleman's standing two rows across.
"Hope he doesn't recognise me"
"How would he ,its been 20 years?
" I don't even look the way I used to"
" I don't even look the way I used to"
"My whole family is here..."
"I am never coming out on weekends again"
"We could have gone to ......
"Ah! he didn't..
Men have a different mechanism to get over after all" she sighed.
"Tapasya....... ..." she heard him call out.
Her heart stopped. Her gazed transfixed.
Sweat running down her back. Throat parched. Her body numb
Sweat running down her back. Throat parched. Her body numb
"Just one selfie ...Papa....."
Men have a different mechanism to get over after all.
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