He spotted her again. The last window in the complex opposite. The same lady from the Auto. He had sat with her. Thigh to thigh. His thoughts taken up - with her perfume, her clammy skin, meeting his elbow, as they sat, close, sort of siamese!

He had glanced at her. She at him. That cleavage through the saree, a soft green one, that caressed him. Of course, he had not tried any loutish stuff. But well, she was dishy.

So, he sat at the window now. Waiting for her to come there again. There, she was, playing with her hair, briading it for her evening out. She brought up her arms. He spied on her blouse. She was dishy, yet again!

Gyan was getting married. He had an invitation. Gyan called him over to help in the logistics. He happily went over. Not far. Gyan was busy with his mom and another lady. He motioned to wait. The other lady turned on cue. Gyan said, "Mashi, meet Asim!"

Why did he always fall for Mashis only!!!