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‘Oh. How old are you?’ she asked with an impish smile.

‘How old do I look?’ Arman played along.
‘Your educational details say thirty-three, but you don’t look a day older
than twenty-five!’ she blurted out.

Arman chortled and tried to hide his happiness on hearing that. It wasn’t
the first time though. Arman had often had problems in the past making

people take him seriously because of his boyish looks. Luckily, he was
finally growing up.

‘So?’ she asked again. ‘How old are you?’
‘A little older than twenty-five, but young enough to date you,’ he said

and smiled. He saw her blush and melt into giggles.
‘Let’s go out some time, then. You can carry the drips and the injections
for me. I am sure it’s more interesting than carrying handbags. Plus, I won’t

really take time to get ready. I have come to like this robe.’
Arman nodded and tried to ignore the hint of dejection in her voice.

‘There is something I wanted to talk to about,’ he said. ‘I called up your
college.’

‘You did? Why?’
‘I wanted to know about you. They told me that you were a brilliant

student. Surgery, that’s what you wanted to get into, right?’
‘Yes. Since always. You have no idea how many carrots I ate because
they told me that you need a 6/6 vision to be a surgeon. My mom always

said carrots were good for the eyes!’ she chuckled. Arman laughed with her.
She was strangely amusing for a girl.

‘You would have made a funny surgeon.’
‘Not with these hands,’ she said and pointed out.

‘We can get you all right,’ he mumbled.
‘Can you? Because I would hate to operate on someone like this.’

‘We are not sure though.’
‘I know what you’re talking about,’ Pihu purred. ‘The stem cell research,
right? But that hasn’t been approved yet, has it? Has it ever been tried on

anybody?’