By Neel Anil Panicker
“It’s PRIYA. P…R…I…Y…A. So stop calling me ‘Flamingo’.”
‘Because you are one.’
Priya looked at Raj, whose hands kept flitting in and out of the side pocket of her little blue dress, reaching places whose existence the nineteen year old wasn’t even aware of.
“Oh! is that so? Tell me, how did you arrive at that deduction”?
The two were at the National Zoo and leaning against the parapet that overlooked an oasis of blue waters surrounded by thick bushy outgrowth all around it.
Wednesday, at this hour of the afternoon, a quarter past three, was, even by Delhi’s standards, pretty languid.
The animals and birds, big and small, and their watchers, the men who were tasked with the upkeep of what was arguably the nation’s best kept sanctuary were taking their much needed siesta, away from public glare and scrutiny, safely tucked in their nests, homes, hearths or wherever it was that they felt comfy and relaxed.
Turning around, Raj, his hands hidden from public gaze, replied, “That’s ‘bcoz you’re tall, shapely, have a slender figure, have a very glowing lush apple like face, and ….”
‘And what, dear Raj? Priya vollied, her voice suddenly putting on a flirtatious honey dipped tone.
Raj dug his eyes deep into hers before retorting, “And also b’coz you have long, very long endless legs”.
Priya blushed before retorting, : Don’t forget; I have a long, sharp beak too”.
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