"Pack your things, get them off my side," he said. "And yeah, please dispose off what's not needed...dont allow me the privilege of doing the honours."
She scoffed.
Discussions around sensitive topics, often have insensitive repercussions. Havent we seen that before? Talks on relativity...not sensitive. Talks on relative importance...sensitive. Talks on relative importance of someone else over you...uber-sensitive. Death of talk post that...insensitive! Most things fade away at the point of insensitivity.
"I need them all," she muttered. "I'll pack them though....by myself...its not like I've never done that before anyways!"
"Hmmm!" he pretended to think hard. "Sorry...cant remember when you ever did!" He began cleaning his shelf. Space....ah! thats one good word!
She ignored him. Paper bags. Five layers of books. How many more to fetch? Transporting them...uff! thats another task! She surely did not need the yellow paper back course material. She packed them in one bag. And then, there were the final level prep books; those wouldnt be of much use either. She put them aside separately in another bag. Several more bags were stacked together. She was still left with some...those that she had bought in her teens or when she was younger. She opened them one by one...smelled them...read those one-liners that several friends had written. Nostalgia! Smiles!
And he had seen her read them earlier...as a child. Girly books! Why cant women be real?
She looked around for another bag.
"Use this shelf," he looked around matter-of-factly. "Should I arrange all of them, here?"
She smiled to herself and then wiped it off consciously. She looked up, with forced sternness. "Hmmm...not like I've never managed in the past though....by myself." she said, handing him the paperbacks, one by one!
She scoffed.
Discussions around sensitive topics, often have insensitive repercussions. Havent we seen that before? Talks on relativity...not sensitive. Talks on relative importance...sensitive. Talks on relative importance of someone else over you...uber-sensitive. Death of talk post that...insensitive! Most things fade away at the point of insensitivity.
"I need them all," she muttered. "I'll pack them though....by myself...its not like I've never done that before anyways!"
"Hmmm!" he pretended to think hard. "Sorry...cant remember when you ever did!" He began cleaning his shelf. Space....ah! thats one good word!
She ignored him. Paper bags. Five layers of books. How many more to fetch? Transporting them...uff! thats another task! She surely did not need the yellow paper back course material. She packed them in one bag. And then, there were the final level prep books; those wouldnt be of much use either. She put them aside separately in another bag. Several more bags were stacked together. She was still left with some...those that she had bought in her teens or when she was younger. She opened them one by one...smelled them...read those one-liners that several friends had written. Nostalgia! Smiles!
And he had seen her read them earlier...as a child. Girly books! Why cant women be real?
She looked around for another bag.
"Use this shelf," he looked around matter-of-factly. "Should I arrange all of them, here?"
She smiled to herself and then wiped it off consciously. She looked up, with forced sternness. "Hmmm...not like I've never managed in the past though....by myself." she said, handing him the paperbacks, one by one!
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