She was a slip of a girl, despite her plain looks she surely was a head turner at the browsing centre, for the odd way she was dressed—long flowing lehenga with intricate bead work and a loose fitting plain blouse which appeared a mismatch to the expensive skirt. However I noticed they had something in common in that both were dirty and smelly, so was the girl who I thought must have bathed days ago. She picked up the receiver, dialed a number and waited for the response. Probably not getting one she immediately hung the phone and waited, I wondered why she did so. A few moments later the phone rang and the receptionist took the call and passed on the receiver to the girl saying her father was on the line and wished to speak to her.’Does your father know Hindi?’ he asked. She shook her head vehemently and refused to speak on the phone. She paid for the call, collected the balance of three rupees but still hung around enquiring the price of all and sundry items displayed in the centre. Realizing that her balance amount wouldn’t fetch most of them, she settled for two chocolates in exchange and breezed out the same way she entered.
Since my curiosity was aroused I asked the receptionist whether the girl lived in the neighbourhood and he said all that he knew about her was she came everyday to his centre to make a phone call, dialed some number but never spoke on the phone!
n.meera raghavendra rao