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‘All set for the performance?’

                   ‘A little nervous, as we’ve sold tickets this time.’
                   ‘That’s a good sign!’

                   I head towards the stage. It’s still an hour before I start performing, but I
                like  familiarizing  myself  with  the  performance  space  to  deal  with  stage
                fright. While I am still practising in front of a few people seated at Ricky’s,
                a girl smiles at me from a distance. She’s here with a friend probably. Ricky
                and the girls are having an animated conversation. Her smile feels familiar
                and  comforting.  Oh!  I  recognize  her  from  the  railway  station.  I  feel

                compelled to go and speak to her.
                   As I reach closer to her I notice that she’s wearing a black dress, smells
                amazing, has red lipstick on, and just a lean choker around her neck. It is
                dull golden colour and perfectly complements her skin that resembles ripe
                blossoms  of  wheat  shrubs.  She  picks  up  a  glass  of  water  placed  on  the

                adjacent table, takes a sip, and places it back. Try this, look into someone’s
                eyes when they drink water, they look inexplicably innocent. When I look
                into someone’s eyes, I know exactly the kind of people they are. She isn’t
                the kind who would hide her insecurities behind her heels.

                   ‘Hello,’ I say as I break into their conversation.
                   ‘Have we met before?’ the girl chimes.

                   ‘Yes, at the railway station.’
                   ‘Oh, yes! Thanks for helping me out.’

                   ‘By the way, my name is Aarav. I am performing tonight. I am a...’
                   ‘Novice  stand-up  comedian,’  Uncle  Ricky  interrupts  and  continues,
                ‘Why  don’t  you  perform  tonight?  If  we  like  it,  you  can  perform  every

                Saturday.’
                   For Ricky, flirting is not sacred. It is not only her with whom he would
                flirt.  He  would  do  this  with  every  woman  who  crossed  his  path.  Being

                straight, he could only cajole the guys, like me. This inclination of his was
                more  towards  tourists  though.  His  can  be  termed  a  personality  with
                congenital flirting disorder. He could have started flirting as early as he was
                a zygote. He must have winked at the gynecologist every time his mother
                went  to  a  clinic  for  an  ultrasound.  Although  he  is  jaunty  and  carefree  at
                heart, I do not like him for his flirting obsession. He flatters everyone and
                can keep people happy with this idiosyncrasy of his. He is smart, intelligent,
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