by Shakti Pada Mukhopadhyay
Cappuccino Once I was confined in a faulty
elevator. I was not alone, but a cute girl, with an iPhone pecking her ear, was
standing beside me. She was talking to a person over her mobile phone and was
casting her lances of furtive glances upon me. I felt as if a spiral shivering
was flowing along my spine. Wishful thinking started dancing with a feeling of
ephemeral bliss in my mind.
I overheard the girl talking over the phone, “Look, I am incarcerated inside a power-down lift, with a sinewy, chic, but guileless guy. Please cancel our today’s meeting over the can of Dunkin Donuts. Sorry. Bye”.
She then apologized to me for her hyperbolic epithets about me to a person over the phone. With a smile, she added that she had literally wanted to shrug off that nagging chap forever.
She left me wretched in the running lift. I stopped dreaming forever.
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