Part 20 Scoop of Life--Vision..

Lawrence & Mayo
Janpath
January 2011
3:22 PM Onwards

Ritwik: So are you going to tell Mom
Radhoo: Ofcourse I am, I am going to make ur life so miserable! (rubs hands gleefully)
Ritwik pulls her to his side, "Pehle aankhen kholkar chalna seekh"
She quickly yanks her hand in frustration, they are walking along Janpath shops, numbered, 1-100 Kashmir Handicrafts. Sobti Fabrics, Unique Leather... the wares have been set up well into the side walk, almost on the edge of the pavement....
There are hawkers carrying things from leather belts, to incense to scarves to cheap tote bags pushing their stuff into people's faces. Radhika pauses and argues and bargains and buys amidst the chaos.
Radhoo: So have you guys done it?
Ritwik spits the water out.... closes the lid on the bottle
Ritwik: Tum meri CHHOTI behan ho in case you forgot! (offended)
Radhoo: iska matlab, HAAN? (mocking)
Ritwik: Like hell! I am not telling you the answer....
Rad: I am telling Mom... nana nana boo boo......
Riwtik: I am going to wring your neck you fool...
She is unaware of men staring at her legs, the smooth as butter knees and lower thighs visible under the short purple dress.

Ritwik: BTW, tumhara appointment tum miss kar chuki ho
She checks her phone, "OMG!" "Shit Shit" "Ma to mujhe maar daalengi" "Sab tumhari wajah se hua hai, tum ghar chalo, tumhari sex scandals bhi bataongi aur yeh bhi"
She charges across the road, speeding vehicles honk and people yell expletives and the hawkers on the side walk groan in fear and shock.... she has made it to the median...

Sudden screeching of brakes draws the attention of the languishing drivers and MCD parking attendants across the street outside, McDonalds' Bank of India and Lawrence & Mayo. There is not an inch of room anywhere in that block. A tall guy in blue jeans and a grey turtle neck... is walking hands tucked in his pockets  he turns to where all the action is, sees the girl with hot legs flaying her arms and legs on the median.... he pauses and drinks in the view....
A man walks up to the median, he can see the curly mass of hair bob sideways agitated.... as she argues and rants.... ots vaguely familiar....
He drags her to the other end, the side where her eye appointment is..............
The walk arguing.... weaving their way through the parked cars, many drivers cannot conceal the sleazy look in their eyes, at those legs....
They walk towards L&M
The tall guy follows....
the gal has not stopped yakking
The young guy walks away in huff, she talks to herself for a minute and yells something after him....
The man turns around  and barks "Get lost"
She responds " I belong here, YOU get lost"
She reaches for the door and pushes it seems stuck... "Are they closed? But I had an appointment..... Saturday ko band rehta hai kya? She peers at the board on the door, "Its OPEN, par khul kyon nahi raha?"
She pushes again....
He watches clearly amused as she mutters and heaves

Walks up to the door and places a hand over hers with a "Pull?" points to the sign on the door that says the same...