I gazed into the eyes of my girlfriend and told her that
this is it. Then, I looked at the tender fingers and carefully held one of them
in mine. It was soft, supple and didn't show any sign of an advanced age. I
patted myself mentally for the good choice I had made so late in my life.
I ran my thumb along the contours and rested it at the tip.
This was pretty much my first time in this territory and I started going
through all the advisory notes that had come my way. "Don't screw up"
said one voice. "It is an easy task" said another. "There never
is a perfect way" said another.
This was only adding to my tension. I had seen people doing
this earlier. This must be easy I reassured myself. I also had to weigh in the
fact that I was in a crowded place. Believe it or not, there were onlookers
eagerly awaiting my next move. Some of them were even egging me on with a smile
on their lips. My girlfriend was almost in tears seeing what I was about to do.
Finally, I took the next step and the resultant snapping
sound proved that I had done the job correctly. Whatever be your age, the first
time you buy Ladies Finger at the vegetable market is indeed a special occasion.
1 comment:
Thank god I read this post while on the toilet. There was a sink handy to vomit.
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