Thursday, October 31, 2024
Small Story 64 AMissed Show
Small Story 64 A Missed Show
Rohan stood outside the famous theater, disappointment etched on his face. His favorite film had left the screens just a day before, and the current comedy didn't appeal to him at all. As he turned to leave, he heard a familiar voice. “Hey, Rohan! How are you?” It was Sunitha, his colleague. He brightened at the sight of her. “Not great, to be honest. My favorite film is gone,” he replied. Sunitha smiled. “You know, this romantic comedy is a big hit in Mumbai. Everyone's been raving about it!” Tempted by her enthusiasm, Rohan reconsidered. “Alright, I’ll go. Let me buy the ticket.” “No need!” she said. “My mom was supposed to come, but she had unexpected guests. You can use her ticket! It’s been ages since we had tea and snacks together in college.” Rohit raised an eyebrow. “It’s been three years! Where have you been?” “I was in Dubai working for an export company, but I recently transferred to our Indian branch in Bengaluru,” she replied. “I see. I’ve been working as a model for a leading advertising agency,” Rohan said, pride swelling in his chest. “My recent gigs include a Raymond suit ad and a Brooke Bond tea campaign.” “Wow, that’s impressive!” Sunitha exclaimed. “Why don’t we grab a coffee since the movie starts in twenty minutes?” “Great idea!” he replied. They entered a nearby coffee shop, laughing and sharing stories of their lives over steaming cups. But when they returned to the theater, the gatekeeper delivered the bad news. “The film has already started. You’re an hour late.” Rohan and Sunitha exchanged shocked glances. “Oh no! We missed a great romantic comedy,” he said, a hint of regret in his voice. Sunitha nodded. “But we had our own little romantic comedy, didn’t we?” Rohan chuckled. “True! I guess sometimes life is about the moments you don’t plan for.” They left the theater, their conversation flowing easily. Little did they know, this missed film would lead to an unexpected journey together, where their real romantic story would begin through laughter, shared experiences, and a second chance at love. K.Ragavan 1-11-24
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