I’m still just a beginner when it comes to using the hand dryer at mall restrooms. It doesn’t dry my hands completely. Or is that how things work there. Why am I even thinking about this now?
Especially, when I have a girl waiting for me outside. And Good heavens this mall had the parking stairs. I could sneak in inspite of being late.
What am I gonna tell her for being late?
‘The hand dryer is messed up!’
Its time to silence my doppelganger talking, with the Ads and Anthem that’s going to be played inside the theatre. Its time to walk out. Because, if I don’t, she might complain about my missing to the Mall Security.
I started walking out and there I saw her. Wait! That’s some other girl. I wore my specs! Now I saw her, smiling at me.
‘Hi, Hand dryer.’
Shut the Fuck Up! CONFUSED BARATH.
I got to her, “Hi, Sorry for keeping you waiting…”
“No, Not a problem. I walked in only now.” and another smile.
‘You can walk in 3 hours later too.. But don’t forget to smile. Because if you forget, I can’t write poetry about you for your Birthday’ I thought.
“The hand dryer is messed up!”
Shut Up Barath!!! Wait! I did not say that. To confirm I asked, “What?” She told, “The hand dryer inside was not working properly.”
That screwed-up hand dryer. Yayy!! Its my turn to talk about the Men’s hand dryers’ mechanics. But I was satisfied with, “This problem happens everywhere. They care a lot about what’s on the outside and forget that the inside things keep everything going.” “Wow! Metaphorical and philosophical Barath is!” she told, she really did.
“Did you interpret it that way? You are so cool” I told her. Someone play that happy tears Music here, please.
“I don’t hear that cool part often” she dragged. “I think I should tell this frequently.. if you want” we started walking.
“That won’t change my inside” she told.
“Nothing should. Except for you talking to yourself, nothing can change your inside” I cleverly replied.
Then she looked at me. That’s the kinda look they talk about in my kinda movies. Barath! don’t try explicating this. I caught her looking at me and still she did not turn away. I was living the second and then she turned aside. What ran in her mind then? I’m just clueless.
Then I asked, “Why were you looking at me that way?” “I.. I can’t tell! You find out” she told taking a pause.
‘I shouldn’t have asked that!’ I did not know how to react after those words. That’s when some lines from PULP FICTION came running to my left cerebral hemisphere.
“That’s when you know you have found somebody really special. When you can just Shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share a silence.”
She followed me to the theatre door and then our movie began.
-just barath ©
P.s. Barath will be the name only till I find a name for that role. Yeah! It’s just a name.