Wednesday, January 4, 2012

The Unassuming Hypocrite (1)

The unassuming hypocrite looked out of the window towards the road which ran by his house. It was a small little pad which he had gotten built for himself, tidy, and just as he would have liked it. A wall adorned with photographs most people would look at and smirk. But then, he liked them.

As the radio blurted out, "a love that will never grow old", the unassuming hypocrite looked out again. A scooter passed by and he blinked slowly.

It was a cool summer evening when the phone rang;

The Hypocrite: Hello.

She: How have you been ?

The Hypocrite: Kinda good. What difference does it make when you are not around ? Every freaking day is as monotonous as it can be.

She: Okay. By the way, I had been to our college today.

The Hypocrite: [pauses][deep breath]. So ?

She: My scooter broke down and he dropped me at home.

The Hypocrite: Okay. And I thought I would have been the first one.

She: You are impossible.

Indeed, he was impossible. But then he was affectionate as well. It was a paradox that very few people liked him.

He shrugged and decided to go for a walk.

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