“Rohini? You have no schemes up your sleeves tonight, do you?” Her roommate, busy doodling in her textbook, didn't bother looking up, “nuh-uh.” “Good. Then you’ll help me dress for my date." "mm hm." "With Sandeep.” That succeeded in shocking her: “Goodness Ashi! Whatever happened to Dhruv?”
“I wouldn’t know,” she replied, “I find myself tired of playing tag with him.”
Rohini stopped twirling her pencil. Ashi smirked.
“Sandy's a writer,” she continued airily, “he showed me something he wrote on a kid amusing himself with a twig an entire evening; I dare say I can manage an evening with him”
I'm probably wrong, but I can't help picking out metaphors from this one. ;0
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ReplyDeleteyou iz welcome to give flight to your imagination.
It is like the Performer and the Performance, isn't it? I love the names you give them, by the way.
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