Aditi's father was hardly home for his frequent business tours
in India and abroad. Her mother ran a Boutique at Bandra and returned
home in the late hours. Working as a Content Writer for a newly launched
web-site Aditi preferred to stay on retnal at Cuffe Parade. Away from
her folks and peaceful.
Aditi shared her room with a Call Centre girl. Hardly she could meet her since Smita, that was her name, had permanent night shift. After moving to the place Aditi saw her only one day in the room sleeping while leaving for her job.
The other room was occupied by a young man, who was rarely seen but heard most of the time humming or singing along with the music played on his CDs.
It was a Sunday, Aditi's weekday off, and while still in bed at 9 'O' clock wide awake and lazily listening to the song of Bob Dylan's 'Blowin in the Wind' from the neighbouring room as usual Smita arrived whistling and with a sudden spring in her walk.
Aditi's first Sunday having breakfast together with Smita and the young man from the next room. The packs came from the cafeteria down, vegetable sandwiches and cans of apple juice to wash it down. Vishal, that was the name of the young man, spoke very little though sat through the breakfast sipping at the juice and smiling whenever Aditi turned her face towards him. He seemed to be huge in his physical frame but a gentle sparkle she had seen in his eyes endeared him to all, especially the women.
Suddenly the gentle ringtone rose from the cellphone in his hand distracted Vishal's attention to the handset and quickly indulged in pleasant talking.
"Oh! by lunch time? Okay! But you please leave me by four. I have another assignment on hand at Malabar Hills.Is it a'right?"
"What? Do I eat chicken curry! I love it ma'm! You going to make it?"
A second passed.
"Yes I'll be reaching at your place sharp at one. Well tell me your address. 55 Gokul Park, Seven Bunglows. Fine. What? Ask for Boutique lady? Shalimar? A'right ma'm. Bye!"
Aditi sat pleasantly surprised for the address she heard the young man repeating on the phone was of the apartment where her mother lived alone those days. She thought: Another customer.
"You want to buy boutique?" she said.
"Oh! No!"
Vishal got up smiling. There was a strange smile in his eyes.
"Well I have to get ready. See you girls!"
When he left the room Aditi enquired:
"Smit tell me where is he working?"
Smita giggled and said:
"Everywhere!"
"Everywhere?"
Aditi couldn't understand her.
Enjoying another swig at the can Smita whispered.
"My dear Aditi... Vishal is a Gigolo!"
Aditi shared her room with a Call Centre girl. Hardly she could meet her since Smita, that was her name, had permanent night shift. After moving to the place Aditi saw her only one day in the room sleeping while leaving for her job.
The other room was occupied by a young man, who was rarely seen but heard most of the time humming or singing along with the music played on his CDs.
It was a Sunday, Aditi's weekday off, and while still in bed at 9 'O' clock wide awake and lazily listening to the song of Bob Dylan's 'Blowin in the Wind' from the neighbouring room as usual Smita arrived whistling and with a sudden spring in her walk.
Aditi's first Sunday having breakfast together with Smita and the young man from the next room. The packs came from the cafeteria down, vegetable sandwiches and cans of apple juice to wash it down. Vishal, that was the name of the young man, spoke very little though sat through the breakfast sipping at the juice and smiling whenever Aditi turned her face towards him. He seemed to be huge in his physical frame but a gentle sparkle she had seen in his eyes endeared him to all, especially the women.
Suddenly the gentle ringtone rose from the cellphone in his hand distracted Vishal's attention to the handset and quickly indulged in pleasant talking.
"Oh! by lunch time? Okay! But you please leave me by four. I have another assignment on hand at Malabar Hills.Is it a'right?"
"What? Do I eat chicken curry! I love it ma'm! You going to make it?"
A second passed.
"Yes I'll be reaching at your place sharp at one. Well tell me your address. 55 Gokul Park, Seven Bunglows. Fine. What? Ask for Boutique lady? Shalimar? A'right ma'm. Bye!"
Aditi sat pleasantly surprised for the address she heard the young man repeating on the phone was of the apartment where her mother lived alone those days. She thought: Another customer.
"You want to buy boutique?" she said.
"Oh! No!"
Vishal got up smiling. There was a strange smile in his eyes.
"Well I have to get ready. See you girls!"
When he left the room Aditi enquired:
"Smit tell me where is he working?"
Smita giggled and said:
"Everywhere!"
"Everywhere?"
Aditi couldn't understand her.
Enjoying another swig at the can Smita whispered.
"My dear Aditi... Vishal is a Gigolo!"
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