Finding Love Again- Chapter 6: Calling my name
Short Story by: Balaji Iyer
Her clothes all wet, her hair half messed up with water, she was picture of unfathomable fantasy gone slightly off track. For a second and longer I kept looking at her, as if she is going to push me into my room and render our chance meeting and continuance to its beaten and logical end.
Then I heard her voice call for me. She called out my name.
Instinctively I yelled back, “Yes, tell me!”. But then all of a sudden, I realized all through out I have not shared my name with her. It has been awful, we have met, talked, liked each other, checked into the same hotel, she was even taking bath in my room’s bathroom and I didn’t tell her my name. How rude or strange was that?
It occurred to me, I never mentioned my name. How did she know? I was spooked.
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