I came across a young lady on my way to the bank, said my husband.
That’s not news to me because you come across a lot of them on your daily beat, I said.
Probably a little put out by my casual response, he repeated, this time stressing on the ‘young lady’
Did you run into her or actually met her? I asked.
Neither, she stopped me as I was rushing to the bank to be the first in the queue, he said.
Did you get delayed because of this young lady? I asked.
Well, just by a few minutes, he said sounding indifferent.
Why did this young lady stop you? Was she your student in one of the business schools you were associated with, I said.
Not that I could remember, he replied.
I can’t understand why she stopped you. I said still wondering what she could have wanted from him.
You know, she wanted some information, he said after a long silence.
Information regarding what? That too from someone far from her age, I said laughing.
Well, what she asked reminded me of you when we were newly married and you had gone shopping all by yourself and had to return home alone, he said trying to suppress his smile.
What has that got to do with this young lady? I asked puzzled.
Remember you had lost your way and asked some passerby the way to your own home? He said stressing on the last two words.
I still don’t see the comparison, I said all confused.
You know this young lady asked me the way to a particular Bank and when I told her, thanking me she said she had been going in circles for the past half an hour to locate the Bank she had joined just the previous day. Now doesn’t that make ‘Two of You?’ he teased.
n.meera raghavendra rao