“In about six months,” came the reply without so much as a hint of surprise, as if the question was expected.
“That soon?” he had expected it, yet, he was taken by surprise.
“Can’t help it. We need more people out there. I thought you, of all people, would surely understand. After all, you are a manager in a big firm, aren’t you?”
Did he detect a hint of a smirk in his voice? Or was it his imagination? He tried thinking for a few moments and then gave up.
“I need some time to settle some things here.”
“I have been given to understand that six months is more than enough.”
There was no point in arguing. He mutely nodded his head and the salt-and-pepper hair bounced gaily. A few moments later, (or a few minutes or a few hours, he never knew) he looked up.
He was gone.
A pain shot up through his chest and came to rest in his temple and left a vein throbbing in his temple. It went a little higher everyday.
Well, he had six months, at least.
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March 5th, 2006 at 8:19 am
interesting.
what happens next?
March 7th, 2006 at 6:41 pm
is this it…or is there more??
i’ll comment later in that case
March 9th, 2006 at 6:01 pm
kal ho na ho : )
March 15th, 2006 at 10:22 pm
@pree:
What’s your take on that? Should I continue it?
@navneet:
Ditto.
@radhika:
right.
March 16th, 2006 at 12:42 pm
of course you gotta continue this one…i mean where’s the hitch??
March 19th, 2006 at 4:08 pm
i mean d’oh.
c’mon.. phullease!!???
March 19th, 2006 at 7:27 pm
@Pree & NV:
The hitch is that I never intended to continue the story. It was a complete one according to what I had thought.
Seems you guys missed out the hidden elements.
Anycase. The second part will be up soon.