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 <summary type="text">hi the story... 
 
Please enter an apt title for the following story:- 
Trifle Insecurities 
 
The moist air touched her skin leaving beneath a few 
drops of rain dew. She was still under ...</summary> 
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General 
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 hi the story... 
 
Please enter an apt title for the following story:- 
Trifle Insecurities 
 
The moist air touched her skin leaving beneath a few 
drops of rain dew. She was still under the hangover of 
the movie. He instead held her hand trying to wade 
through a crowd of people , snapping intermittently 
"Excuse me". He would rather that she was a little 
alert as well , especially when one had to avoid 
puddles and the slush of stagnant rain water . But she 
seemed too lost in thought and he didn't care if she 
had wet muck sticking at the soles of her red rubber 
slippers. 
 
"Fuck ….that was one hell of a dash" he announced to 
the darkness inside the car. He slid his hand inside 
the pocket of his jacket and took the keys out and 
started the ignition… Oh but she was still standing 
outside her side of the car , drenched enough to 
bother so he took his time to open the door from 
inside for her. He thus lit a cigarette and then 
lifted the knob and let the soaked being in. 
 
We'll be home soon baby …and then we'll dry you . said 
the smoker to the rain soaked person beside. 
 
She was still lost in thought. 
 
Sweetie whats up? 
 
Her heart was talking to him but damn he couldn't hear 
a thing. She was saying … " Would you cheat on me too 
if I weren't to know?" She looked at him . He was dark 
and handsome. And he whistled to the night. He drove 
at normal speed . He was perfect. Next month they were 
getting married … and today they had to see a movie 
that settled unthinkable fears in her. She felt itchy 
in her wet clothes. 
 
"We'll pick up dinner at Ching's ….I'm in a mood for 
some spicy hot Chinese" 
 
The wet girl spoke. " ya … that's good" , well but 
what about more important decisions like their 
marriage. Even after living with each other for a year 
now… was taking the big step with the man at the wheel 
beside her the best thing for her afterall? 
 
Now he sang . The prospect of picking up an oriental 
dinner always perked him up. Chinese food was supposed 
to increase the level of testosterone …was that why he 
seemed so excited? 
 
What a horrendous piece of shit …waste of 200 bucks … 
 
Now she sat up …forgetting the discomfort of her wet 
clothes . So he was thinking about the movie too 
….waste of 200 bucks??? 
 
Tell me babe, no movie depicts a man conspiring with 
his girlfriend to kill his own wife and ….by Jove 
…getting away with it. What a piece of trash. 
 
It didn't seem impossible to her. 
 
This was their first outing since two months and it 
was deplorable that it had pour so heavily and to top 
it all watch a scary movie. Not in the sense of ghosts 
and vampires but one of the age old marital glitches 
of adultery but Hollywood had gone a little too far by 
showing the unfaithful husband emerging unscathed 
having killed his own wife with his own hands!!!! With 
their wedding day just a month away ,  was this 
evening a divine indication of sorts??? Was their 
marriage going to meet wet weather as well??? Would he 
cheat on her ??? He had been working overtime the last 
two months and hadn't enough time to even notice that 
she had stopped wearing the tiny diamond nose stud he 
detested . He'd leave home before she woke up and was 
back when she was too tired to turn the next page of 
her favorite book The Child's Garden of Verses her 
parents had given as present when she was six. The 
book remained her best amidst philosophies of Sartre 
and Classics of Trollope. Even now she clutched to it 
whenever she felt lonely. She missed her parents 
immensely , having stayed away for a good eight years 
away from home now. College- University – Job. During 
the course she had met him. He was her knight in 
shining armor. Who whisked her away from all her 
disappointments in academics and in the business of 
love. Her love for him was an abrupt beginning but it 
was the best she had felt at any point in her life so 
far. He filled her void . They made love with passion 
. He made her feel like a queen . 
 
But since the last two months …..this had been fading. 
 
His cell phone rang . It was a shrill ringtone. He 
spoke into it. He addressed the person. . It was his 
boss. A She-Boss. She had heard him remark once at a 
party to his friends " …my boss …. Is so hot" He 
smiled while he spoke. The movie began to run through 
in her mind. This time the characters were more real . 
It was him , herself and the She-boss. He was cheating 
on her with the she-boss. The last 2 months he had 
been working till late and….. could he… their 
marriage? Did he love her ….. or Not ?? 
 
Honey , Peking Rice and Sweet Sour Vegetables . Your 
favorite. 
 
Her favorite? She didn't even know that …. Or was he 
referring to she-boss's favorites? Her mind spiraled 
in many a thought and twisted itself into a knot of 
chaos. The rain splattered over the roof of the car, 
everything was black and unclear. 
 
They reached home. Finally. A little abode for the 
past year where they had been living in. The house had 
been done up by her in hues of blue orange and white. 
It was pretty . 
 
Look how wet you are. Go and undress sweetheart. He 
winked. 
 
She changed into warm clothing and they sat down for 
dinner. She felt miserable. She was to marry a man she 
had known for 3 years now , living with him for the 
past year , in a month's time . But now she was cold 
feet. She doubted him. He looked happy as ever not 
even stopping to wonder why she hadn't said much all 
evening. Why were they even marrying? 
 
Honey , before we sup there is something you need to 
know. 
 
She stared at him. Fine, he was breaking the 
engagement. How she'd have to kill herself and his 
baby inside. 
 
The Last couple of months ….i've been slogging my ass 
off over a project. The clients loved it and guess 
what ………. 
 
Like she could ….. 
 
I'm goin'to be headin' the Bombay Division now. 
 
She felt numb. 
 
Pay hike , office flat da da da .,…but most 
importantly sweetie …we'll be right next to your 
parents. That's what you always wanted right? To be 
closer home? 
 
She felt the warmth of her home now. The dampness had 
gone.The picture was sharp. I cant believe I got taken 
in by a movie …that too American . What a fool I've 
been all along. She preferred not to say anything lest 
show her mediocre feelings . She felt sheepish. At 
best she thought … 
 
And dived into his arms. He was used to her quirky 
ways. He also knew what must have been going on in her 
mind. He felt sorry for her trifle insecurities . 
Little did she know how beautiful she was and what all 
he wanted to do for her just to keep her happy. 
 
She smiled to herself … Their wedding card beamed in 
front of eyes. And more so … 
 
She herself had a very special news for him! 
 
THE END 
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 <title>bad printers</title> 
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 <updated>2005-02-23T22:56:37+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">this is my first blog i ws wondering whatz a blog ???  
deadline at 4 for a paper on difference betwween mediation and conciliation (a cut copy paste version ofcourse) hell with it finished ...</summary> 
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General 
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 this is my first blog i ws wondering whatz a blog ???  
deadline at 4 for a paper on difference betwween mediation and conciliation (a cut copy paste version ofcourse) hell with it finished writing the paper need to take printouts the tragedy the printer is not working why does it stop working now when i got a deadline  
 
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