"Oh yeah I know her," I said, looking up from my soup. "You're talking about Nitisha, the film critic aren't you?"
"Yes sir," the young man replied. "Do you really know her?"
"Of course I do. We, well," what was I going to tell them? It's not like we dated, "we were very close when I was young. In fact she used spend almost every night with me"
"Of course you think I'm fibbing don't you, it's okay, you can laugh, I'm quite used to people not believing me. For example I'm also a best selling author! Quite a shocker huh? I look more like a hobo.... Oh come on it's okay go ahead laugh."
They still seemed uncertain. I lost my patience, "Oh forget it, you kids have neither respect nor any guts, you really should have at least one of those. You just lost a very interesting story, irrespective if whether you believe it, or even if it was true, a God story is always good fun..."
And now i'm preaching, I said to my self. I shook my head slowly, stood up, picked up my cane and started walking away from the cafe.
I was still thinking about Nitisha though, that crazy girl. Well I never figured out why, but she was in love with me, with such fierce intensity, that nothing I did would persuade her that I didn't really care about her. And I did some pretty serious stuff to demonstrate my apathy. She refused to accept all this while very healthily proclaiming she knew I did not feel the same way about her.
"Yes sir," the young man replied. "Do you really know her?"
"Of course I do. We, well," what was I going to tell them? It's not like we dated, "we were very close when I was young. In fact she used spend almost every night with me"
"Of course you think I'm fibbing don't you, it's okay, you can laugh, I'm quite used to people not believing me. For example I'm also a best selling author! Quite a shocker huh? I look more like a hobo.... Oh come on it's okay go ahead laugh."
They still seemed uncertain. I lost my patience, "Oh forget it, you kids have neither respect nor any guts, you really should have at least one of those. You just lost a very interesting story, irrespective if whether you believe it, or even if it was true, a God story is always good fun..."
And now i'm preaching, I said to my self. I shook my head slowly, stood up, picked up my cane and started walking away from the cafe.
I was still thinking about Nitisha though, that crazy girl. Well I never figured out why, but she was in love with me, with such fierce intensity, that nothing I did would persuade her that I didn't really care about her. And I did some pretty serious stuff to demonstrate my apathy. She refused to accept all this while very healthily proclaiming she knew I did not feel the same way about her.
