Rendezvous

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Rendezvous

She got off the auto rickshaw as it stopped, paid the driver and picked up an orange and white striped polythene carry bag from the seat on which she was sitting. She pushed her shades on her head like a hair band and immediately squinted her eyes. She pushed the glass door which declared ‘Madras Laundry’ in faded silver paint and entered the shop. A man in pure white half sleeved shirt, with oiled black hair and a pot belly jumped up from behind the counter like a jack in the box. She kept the polythene bag on the white laminated counter with a bored look on her face.

“All these are for dry cleaning”, asked the man behind the counter.

“Yes. And I want them tomorrow”, she said.

“Okay no problem”, he said. “Wow! This stuff looks expensive, have you been shopping”, he added pulling out a red lace negligee.

“That’s a gift from one of my client in Dubai”, she replied.

She heard the door open and from the corner of her eyes saw a man in a black suit enter and stood silently behind her looking at the shop owner. The shop owner did not bother to look at the man. She noticed the man was tall, had a fair skin and brown eyes and looked like a typical north Indian in his early forties. The man nodded and smiled. She didn’t respond and turned her attention back to the shop owner.

The shop owner pulled out a pair of black lace underwear from the bag. “Idhu super a kavarchi a iruku” (this is very sexy), he said in Tamil, feeling the material with his fingers. She gave an embarrassed smile.

“Adengappa!” (Very nice), his white teeth glinted from between his brown lips. She looked at the pictures of Gods lined up on the wall behind him as he pulled out a pair of pink push up bras.

“Sema abasam a iruku” (this is skimpy), he said, with a quick glance on her full breasts and slim waist. His face glowed in lust as he felt the two cups in his hands.

The man standing behind her shuffled uncomfortably.

“Anna, pinnadi nikra ala tension agaporraru” (Brother you are freaking out this man here), she said, pronouncing each word carefully.

“Your Tamil is getting better”, he said looking up and shoving the clothes back into the bag.

“I have been studying”, she smirked and turned around to leave.

“Have a nice day” she said to the man in black suit.

“Intha naal iniya naalaga amaiyattum” (you too have a nice day), the man replied in perfect Tamil.

With her eyes and mouth wide open she crashed in to the glass door of the shop.

Image Courtesy: http://hierroglyphic.blogspot.com/2009/03/taking-in-laundry.html