A LOVE STORY
She almost fell, someone extended his arms and opened the door for her… she turned in surprise, now… who was it… a pair of deep brown eyes smiled at her.
He was no one from office and he was not a person from India… His tall frame, and open warm smile illuminated the morning.
“I am Chris.” He extended his hand, she took it, his handshake was firm and warm as his smile.
“I am Tandra.”
He was the person planning to start a new project in Kolkata, to help young girls to become self sufficient. She was her co sponsor. They were to work together. He will come and go, she will stay here.
She could barely resist a smile when he pulled the chair for her to sit… if only Indian men learned some manners from them… in place of copying all the things they should not do with women….
She noticed his white hair, peeping from brown closely cropped hair, she too never dyed her hair. She liked her white hair…
“Where are you staying?” she asked.
“In a hotel in Dalhousie.” he answered.
“For how long are you planning to stay?” she asked.
“Atleast six months this time… ” he answered.
“Then you can go for a single room flat, or if you are comfortable you can share a flat with one of your staffs… you can have absolutely separate arrangement, including exit, I believe that will be more comfortable than a hotel room, when you are not in India you can simply lock your room…and share a token amount of the rent…” She remarked.
“I will think about it…” Chris answered.
“It will be safer too…” Tandra said, “The person I will put up you with, well, to make you further happy he was born and brought up in UK, left UK and settled down in Kolkata to do something for helpless…So there wont be any culture clash in stock for you…”
TO BE CONTINUED…