On the way to a party, I met this really strange woman on the bus. The entire bus was almost empty, it was about 10 PM and there were two or three men at the back and a woman came sat next to me in the front row, I was a little surprised since there were so many empty seats and when I looked at her with that surprise highlighted on my face she started talking saying " I don't like sitting at ze back," before I could say something in return, she started mumbling how late ze bus is everytime and how it izis annoying to wait for ze bus for 25 minutes and how all her cousins have cars but she likes riding in ze bus and on and on ze went. I was amused, I quite liked listening to her. She had a "ze" accent, African roots (slight), short blode coloured hair which had turned to bronze and there she went with her ze zes....Few minutes later she told me she is French and her roots are from Venenzuela. Ze was one hell of a woman I have met who talked for so long in a span of some 5 minutes.
I hope to see ze woman again!
2 comments:
Hi Manju, don't know whether u remember me, and my (boring?) classes.
Though I haven't commented here for long, I've been following ur little poems on your blog. How have u been doing? I can guess how interesting the interaction with ze woman would have been. I have had similar experiences.
The life around us is captivating in its own ways, only if we have, like in your case, the time and patience to stop by and appreciate them.
Hello Pradeep,
Ofcourse I do remember you and the editing and layout classes that we had plus the heavy debates on Times of India. Are you still with TOI Bangalore?
Thank you for keeping a track of my blog.
Hope all is well with you.
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