CONTINUATION.
*Rubs my hands against each other to warm them up before making my next move.
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A tiny 50 watt bulb fixed above the shutter forced its dull yellowish light down on the two bewildered and disfigured souls.
.
The moment I started cracking my knuckles and rubbed my hands against each other with a smirky face he started panicking (at least that's what I thought).
And just for the record he was hardly 4 or 5 foot tall; a lanky fellow!
.
Just when my hands were released from its stiffness I reached out for my left pocket. That was the moment he looked at me in absolute terror as if I had attained my full power and was about to smash him up. He must've sensed fear and looked terribly petrified. I was acting tough now.
.
I took out my cellphone and showed him.
"Etu kiman paji ase?" (What's the time shown here?) I asked him in an intimidating tone.
He was quick in responding with another statement "kiman paji bi hobina, etia bisi deri huise toh."
I felt humiliated and irritated, both at the same time and cursed my own presumptions. I thought he would act submissive but the way he responded was rude and no way near consoling.
.
"Etia" he continued, "etia bisi thanda ase aru dukan kulibole time nohoi. Saman kinibo koile din te ahibi. Moi kumabole...."
"Saat paji hi ase nahoi?" I yelled at him and continued, "dukan bon hobole time punjianai te." My voice sounding authoritative and bossy now. "Aat paji tak kulibole napareh koile dukan be nakuribi. Bosti jaijabi, terika!"
.
I lambasted him and waited for him to come back much stronger.
He didn't. He rather asked me in an apologetic tone what I wanted to buy and to make it quick.
"Talab, chutu wala 10 laka dibi." I placed my order and even stressed "zarda bi extra dibi."
.
He halted for some few seconds before proceeding and looked at me and asked, "aru ki lobo?"
I said that was everything and started rubbing my hands. This time they were against my cheeks. I was even rubbing and pinching my earlobes to warm them up.
.
"Khali dos taka laka saman lobole karne iman diktar di ase?" He reprimanded.
.
He was right!
In fact, he should be rewarded for his justification. And little did he know I came to his shop to buy more stuff than just a fudging Talab but his attitude had made me change my mine.
I replied "yes."
Much to add to his misery, I took it from his hand, put them inside my pocket, fiddled the 10 rupee note for a while and said to him, "Thanks, baki book te likhineh rakhidibi te" and harrumphed my way out of his sight which was followed by him shouting....
.
"Oi, chutiya! Poisa nathakile dukan te naberabi. Salaa."
.
.
Khotom. 🤣
Stay warm. 🤗
*Rubs my hands against each other to warm them up before making my next move.
.
A tiny 50 watt bulb fixed above the shutter forced its dull yellowish light down on the two bewildered and disfigured souls.
.
The moment I started cracking my knuckles and rubbed my hands against each other with a smirky face he started panicking (at least that's what I thought).
And just for the record he was hardly 4 or 5 foot tall; a lanky fellow!
.
Just when my hands were released from its stiffness I reached out for my left pocket. That was the moment he looked at me in absolute terror as if I had attained my full power and was about to smash him up. He must've sensed fear and looked terribly petrified. I was acting tough now.
.
I took out my cellphone and showed him.
"Etu kiman paji ase?" (What's the time shown here?) I asked him in an intimidating tone.
He was quick in responding with another statement "kiman paji bi hobina, etia bisi deri huise toh."
I felt humiliated and irritated, both at the same time and cursed my own presumptions. I thought he would act submissive but the way he responded was rude and no way near consoling.
.
"Etia" he continued, "etia bisi thanda ase aru dukan kulibole time nohoi. Saman kinibo koile din te ahibi. Moi kumabole...."
"Saat paji hi ase nahoi?" I yelled at him and continued, "dukan bon hobole time punjianai te." My voice sounding authoritative and bossy now. "Aat paji tak kulibole napareh koile dukan be nakuribi. Bosti jaijabi, terika!"
.
I lambasted him and waited for him to come back much stronger.
He didn't. He rather asked me in an apologetic tone what I wanted to buy and to make it quick.
"Talab, chutu wala 10 laka dibi." I placed my order and even stressed "zarda bi extra dibi."
.
He halted for some few seconds before proceeding and looked at me and asked, "aru ki lobo?"
I said that was everything and started rubbing my hands. This time they were against my cheeks. I was even rubbing and pinching my earlobes to warm them up.
.
"Khali dos taka laka saman lobole karne iman diktar di ase?" He reprimanded.
.
He was right!
In fact, he should be rewarded for his justification. And little did he know I came to his shop to buy more stuff than just a fudging Talab but his attitude had made me change my mine.
I replied "yes."
Much to add to his misery, I took it from his hand, put them inside my pocket, fiddled the 10 rupee note for a while and said to him, "Thanks, baki book te likhineh rakhidibi te" and harrumphed my way out of his sight which was followed by him shouting....
.
"Oi, chutiya! Poisa nathakile dukan te naberabi. Salaa."
.
.
Khotom. 🤣
Stay warm. 🤗
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