Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Thoughtwise

She walked along the road, notebook clutched by her side, a conscious yet half-forgotten action in defiance of a statement that she had read a long time ago - about women tending to hold their notebooks across their bodies and men habituated to holding them by their sides. Some twenty metres away, she noticed a fellow collegian walk her way, periodically clapping his hand with a metal scale. Unconsciously registered, momentarily forgotten, until as she reached the gate, almost passing him by, she heard a metal clang. Without turning her head, she smiled and thought - I must write a story about this ...

Did she, then?

4 comments:

manuscrypts said...

maybe, but she didnt post :)

Anonymous said...

best "This is not a story" story ever :D

PlayBoi

GratisGab said...

it kinda feeling like there should be more...a sequel please!

The Reporter said...

:P :P now that's defn. not true Manu :P

PlayBoi, dhangoo! :)

gratisgab, :">, really? You want to go through this torture again? :)