CONTINUATION.
(From the previous post)
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("Ki, iman julti kumai jaishe naki?" I thought it sounded cool altogether.)
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He didn't reply a word. He stood there as if his whole systems got overridden by this abrupt trojan invasion and perhaps needs to be reprogrammed. I wasn't quite sure whether his bloodshotten eyes which looked extremely broiled were trying to tell a story of his rage because of me disturbing him or it was coldness that did the work. Earlier, I disliked the shutter of his shop and now his appearance wasn't any better.
I couldn't, for the life of me, apprehend the situation we were in. Still worse, I was shivering not because I was scared of him but the dampening cold air of Kohima was taking its delight in my systems. Either ways, I could tell, he wasn't attracted to me.
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Our eyes met and it was time I do the programming because he needs a command to run his system.
And if any longer than that I thought it wouldn't go down well. This shopkeeper seemed to be out of shape tonight!
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I kept my cool and readied myself to ask for the items but it was interrupted.
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"Kileh iman rati rati te dukan te ahai?" He questioned me.
I was troubled at the thought that the only shopkeeper in the neighbourhood was boasting his status and trying to teach me Moral Values (as if the moral values class during my high school days weren't boring).
I can't let that slide away easily, not from an outsider who is running a shop and paying his rent out from the customers' pocket like mine.
Angered but I was still keeping it cool. *Rubs my hands against each other to warm them up before making my next move.
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TO BE CONTINUED.😀
Stay warm. 🤗
(From the previous post)
.
("Ki, iman julti kumai jaishe naki?" I thought it sounded cool altogether.)
.
He didn't reply a word. He stood there as if his whole systems got overridden by this abrupt trojan invasion and perhaps needs to be reprogrammed. I wasn't quite sure whether his bloodshotten eyes which looked extremely broiled were trying to tell a story of his rage because of me disturbing him or it was coldness that did the work. Earlier, I disliked the shutter of his shop and now his appearance wasn't any better.
I couldn't, for the life of me, apprehend the situation we were in. Still worse, I was shivering not because I was scared of him but the dampening cold air of Kohima was taking its delight in my systems. Either ways, I could tell, he wasn't attracted to me.
.
Our eyes met and it was time I do the programming because he needs a command to run his system.
And if any longer than that I thought it wouldn't go down well. This shopkeeper seemed to be out of shape tonight!
.
I kept my cool and readied myself to ask for the items but it was interrupted.
.
"Kileh iman rati rati te dukan te ahai?" He questioned me.
I was troubled at the thought that the only shopkeeper in the neighbourhood was boasting his status and trying to teach me Moral Values (as if the moral values class during my high school days weren't boring).
I can't let that slide away easily, not from an outsider who is running a shop and paying his rent out from the customers' pocket like mine.
Angered but I was still keeping it cool. *Rubs my hands against each other to warm them up before making my next move.
.
TO BE CONTINUED.😀
Stay warm. 🤗
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