three line tales, week 262: a storm brewing over New Mexico

NO FORKING OUT (mini tale)

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Think about it, the uncertainties, the insecurities, the financial worries, the emptiness of heart and mind and sun—all issues that have beguiles since you were a gangly pimply chubby cheeked teenager will go away in a jiffy—a thing of the past—a horrendous memory—as if they never ever existed, and you will walk into the sunset, arm in arm, with your Prince Charming, the two entering into a land and life if eternal bliss”.

Sneha had kept quiet all through her best friend’s grand monologue, and she couldn’t help herself smile for a moment, even allow herself to believe, even if it were for a nano second, that all this rich utopian tapestry that Naina had just woven was hers to reach out and enjoy.

Then, a good two minutes later, as better sense prevailed, she hurled herself back to terra firma, and looking straight into the expectant eyes of her bestie replied, “Look, I know you mean only good for me, but knowing me and the kind of person I am, I don’t think I am yet ready to marry a guy whom I have known for barely three months, and so what if is the richest man in town, and owns half the steam boats that cruise the entire Konkan coastline.


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