Advait, I'm told, is quite fond of
narrating this story:
--
There he was, he begins his tale,
minding his own business, and suddenly his books are gone, and this petite girl
is scurrying away with them. She leads him on a merry chase (everybody's
staring at them) and stops only when he upsets a chair. 'Shh,' she then has the
audacity to say, 'we're in a library'.
He sends her his most fearful
glare: 'Give me my books.' She flips over the cover of his notebook. ‘My
apologies, Mister Advait How-ever-you-pronounce-it,' she says, and hands it to
him. He looks pointedly at the reference book.
‘Nuh uh,’ she says, smiling
brilliantly, ‘this ain’t yours.’ And you really can’t blame him for exclaiming,
'you, Madame What-ever-your-name-is, are insane!' But he's beginning to smile
back.
She tucks the offending book under
her arm, and starts counting on her fingers. 'You're the seventh person who's
said that,’ she says, finally looking up. 'Seven's a lucky number, isn't it?'
‘Remarkably so,’ he agrees, smiling
fully now; he'd pinched the book while she was busy counting.
--
Rohini, if she's present, always mutters 'lucky bastard!' at the end of it. But her eyes are laughing.
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Oh, and, I compiled this index of them stories, 'the story so far'
, so to speak. Which, if you think, in context of this p'ticular post, should be, 'the story after this.'
