Gotcha

So after the last blog post, I thought that it was the death of the blog. I mean I have got nothing out of running this charade, I started it as someone had told me that girls dig writers. It took me three years to realize that there is a difference between authentic writers and wannabe bloggers. But on second thoughts, I was talking to a friend of mine, and she said that reading my blog brings a smile to her face. Now, although I never had an abundance of luxuries in my life, I always wanted to be a philanthropist. Presently, the carefree (careless) way I am leading my life, I don't see me earning bucket loads of money anytime soon. This blog is my way to pay back to this society. And no one else is at a loss. I never disclosed the identity of the muse (three girls thanked me for writing on them, after reading my last blog post). I am the only one who has to bear the immense emotional pain after each blog post. But the sufferings are an essential part of the life of an 'artist'.

Coming to the muse of this blog post. Well, she is the first of her kind for this blog, I instantly liked her voice. It's people like her who make me feel like a rudimentary illiterate. She asked me about my work, and I started my marketing about Cadbury since that's for what I get paid. Then, I made the mistake of asking her what she does. In a single sentence, I heard so many obscure words that I felt that it was a different language altogether. She is working with the research and development think tank of NASA to get more insights about making highly efficient fuels. I believed that such jobs used to exist just in Star Wars.

We were at a bar, and she asked for Old Monk, ironically, I had Diet Coke. She is the perfect TG (target group) of chocolates, so I showed her a pilot commercial to take a consumer feedback (full-time workaholic).
She has quite a sweet habit, in every three lines she says 'gotcha' at least once.
 Then I went on to show her a couple of my pictures which I had clicked at college, she turned the screen away, looked into my eyes and said
"You look cuter in person."
Then we went to the beach, it was a full and in the high tide, the sea was looking spectacular, I was walking by her side, and I don't know whether the soothing winds were bringing in the pleasantness or her company.

Is this it? Well, I said she is the first of her kind for this blog. She is an American citizen of Indian descent, was here for a few weeks, the reason I liked her voice was that of the genuine American accent (not 'Caneda' one), and the reason she had Old Monk is that it is not available in the US.

Later
Sidhant






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