‘Why are you dressed like a 1980’s rapist?’, she said as I put my books beside her. Ignoring her comment I said, ‘I don’t know if I'm being paranoid but every time I walk-in, the librarian looks at me suspiciously.’ I sat next to her putting my pen in my mouth out of habit. ‘That’s what happens if you fool around with his daughter.’ ‘What?’, I said almost chocking over my pen. ‘A little heads-up would have been nice.’ ‘I thought you guys did a full background check before fooling around with anyone’, she said slyly. ‘Oh I'm sorry if I don’t have contacts in the INTERPOL otherwise I would have carried a list of most wanted criminals with me always.’ ‘Are you mad at me?’ ‘Do I look happy?’, I snapped back. (silence) As the time passed I could sense an invisible wall building between us. ‘Does he know about us?’, I asked finally. ‘You still on that? I don’t know. Maybe’ ‘So that’s the reason my library fines are touching sky.’ ‘Hey, cut it out. He’s a nice man.’ ‘Yeah sure, for al...
A brown Boy writer who is trying to make a daring choice in life. An avid reader, Potter head. A cup of Coffee with Dostoevsky's novel to keep my misery intact.