A bucketful of embarrass romance 

“Hello! Wait! It’s my basket. I kept it here. It’s MINE!”

“Oh!” -He drops the basket immediately over a pile of oranges where I kept it first. I see him accompanied by a little boy, who must be around 12. I’m guessing this little boy to be his nephew or cousin brother because he definitely doesn’t seem to be his father. I’m hoping he is not married as I don’t see him wearing any engagement ring either. He is in a blue and purple football jersey and shorts. He is extremely cute and the dimple in his cheeks makes him adorable.

While I converse with my mother who is on the line discussing some serious family issues where I’m supposed to give her a sympathetic gesture, I instead laughed out for what happened just now. The cute jersey guy and his little friend too couldn’t control their laughter. It has been a funny and embarrassing situation.

“What are you laughing at?” My mother sounds annoyed hearing me laugh. “No, nothing, I’m really sorry, Maa! I didn’t mean to offend you. There’s this guy taking away the basket I picked to get fruits so, I snapped at him and he is intimidated.”

“Grow up! Stop scaring guys around you. No wonder you don’t get dates.”

“Maa! Stop it! I’m hanging up now. Bye!”

I see them changing their direction away from me but, I caught the cute eyes gazing at me constantly from a distant. We exchanged smiles but, our third smile 10 meters away from each other in the shopping complex is interrupted by the little boy. I laughed again dropping two mangoes from the shelf. “Hello! I am sorry for scaring you guys. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s alright, we understand. You’re really sweet and cute!” Winks the little boy and these is a sign of embarrament on the jersey guy’s face. We both are like, facepalmed.

The embarrassment continued to follow us. He stood just next to me at the billing counter. I turned back to get my wallet out of my backpack and there he is, I caught him smelling my hair. Damn! The little boy is like recording all this with his detective eyes. He winks at me again! Facepalm!

Some stories are not meant to proceed. They are sweet and short. I left the store with a smile on my face. I turned back and caught them again gazing at me. “Damn!” I bit my lips in embarrassment.

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About Runaway Lassie

Life is a box of chocolates. Sometimes it brings sugary sweetness and sometimes bitter, in the raw form of cocoa. Life takes different turns. Those turns and curves turnout to be the important turnovers of our lives. They form the foundation of major decision we take every day. Sometimes I worry too much about the 'what if' situation and over think what I do. But, most of the days I let go of those pointless 'what if' thoughts and talk to myself, "Listen! Being right or wrong doesn't really matter. So, just chill and be happy! Do and say everything you think you cannot say nor do it. Just let it out." It is easy for us to bottle our emotions up and hide it from the world. Years pass by and we earn the degree with a specialisation in the area of 'Pretention'. But, the real degree would be the 'Real Courage' of letting things out of the bottle. Let yourself be expressed in however way you find it is possible. Choose your medium; it could be art or writing. It is the best way you can get someone to understand you. Lassie was born in a small town in the North-Eastern corner of the foothills of Himalayas. People often mistake it by assuming it belongs to another state and Lassie never gets tired or irritated in repeating the same script to throw some light on her small heritage town that has player an important part in the history of Indian Independence. This blog is an effort to let myself open and share my thoughts out of the bottle. Most of the events and incidents recorded here are derived from real life experiences. Sometimes I vent out using the poetry tool when I ran out of long paragraphs.
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