He was running. I was chasing him. He was jumping. I was leaping behind him. The words that came out of his mouth needed some explanation. Was this his idea of a joke? So all that time he had been rehearsing to ask me about my sister, pretending that that tree was me?
“MAY I DATE YOUR SISTER”, was that all he could come up with? Was it the lameness of the line that bothered me or its sudden appearance out of nowhere? I couldn’t pinpoint the cause of my agitation. All I could comprehend was that everyone (except me) knew that my best friend liked my sister.
Kalsh: Stop Akshay! We need to talk.
Akshay: You will have to catch me first.
Kalsh: Both of us know I am the second fastest guy here. If I chase you down, you are gone. So it’s better to stop right here right now.
Akshay: Well is your answer “yes”.
Kalsh: Yes to what?
Akshay: To my question.
Kalsh: This is it you are going down.
And I pounced on him like a tiger and he merely evaded my hand by shifting his weight to the left like a black buck.