Dead late for work was I, poor I, and "Gosh, I am going to be killed!" made its way out of my mouth every alternate second. "Knock Knock", came yet again, that annoying deliberate knock that sounded familiar. After, in order of appearance, "The Cable TV reseller", "the Kent RO Purifier sellers" and "the TATA sky retailer"s, I yelled "Now what?"
And with a annoyed look on my already tense face, I open the door to find two girls, about 7-8 years of age, screening out doors to find some help, which I am assuming was for some children's education plan.
I was out of cash, and I tried telling that to them. They screamed in unison without any more nagging (something which seemed to come from a lot of rejection earlier), "Pen Pen Pen". They needed a pen, and I though in a big hurry (death defying, so to speak), rushed inside, did an investigation of sorts to find a gel-pen stranded on the eekiest of corners of the apartment. As I handed over that very ordinary pen to 'em, one that probably would have not found a sane use @ my disposal anyway, I was quick to catch a smug-looking smile on those innocent faces, The "heart warming" kind.
And I assumed, the Pen found its rightful place.
Want to have some heart-warming too?
Keep that "PEN" ready.
