Sunday, November 14, 2010

Unnumma Jhoot Mat Bolo

She had always been an introvert and was going through another one of those deplorable phases that one constantly comes across while pacing down the clock.

"I wish to go back to being an introvert," she exclaimed sounding woeful.
"No, it is an incredible change to see you engaged in conversations," I explained to her.
"I can't deal with it. I am so all right being in my little dark corner."
"No, why don't you live in a transparent marble, and roll around people that way?"
"Yea, thank you for your lateral thinking," saying that she placed the washed dishes in the cabinet.
"No, seriously you'll feel protected pretending to roll within a marble!"
"Why don't I just pretend to not listen to you and disappear in my little dark corner?"
"No. You should pretend to be invisible and still go about people doing what you have to. That little dark corner must die!"
"Oh yea! I'll just walk up to people's face and say "BAH! You can't see me" and then roll around pretending to be invisible in my marble." She walked upstairs.
"Nice. It's all in the head," I yelled to her.

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