Perhaps the only time luck was on my side was when you waltzed into this tiny town. You were who I’d been looking for. The answer to my fervent prayers. The epitome of the gallant knight that every girl lost in her fantasies dreamed of. The panacea for my lonesome, paltry existence.
But typical of my luck, bad luck followed. Your wife stood by your side, claiming your hand like a lifeline, gazing with jealous satisfaction at all those in the gathering who dared to eye her beloved. If ever you did notice me, you were too well-bred to make it apparent. As far as you were concerned, I was an invisible entity, a fly on the Great Wall of China. You smiled at everyone, you shook hands with everyone, but you kept you to yourself, preferring the exchange of pleasantries to be voiced by your loquacious wife.
Its this reserved, not shy, quality of yours, and that shining aura that hung about you lovingly that ignited something in me that had never even seen a spark. And so I burnt while I stood there, green, envious flames consuming me. Anyone noticing me could have read me like an open book. I needed you, I wanted you. With the kind of zeal that a newborn babe possesses for his mother’s breast.
I was as straight and as plain a Jane as they come. The perennial ‘good girl’ of the town who’s existence matters only to exemplify the beauty of the belles or the brazenness of the babes. But if ever I had the potential of being corrupted, being wanton, that night would have been a perfect catalyst.
But then there was the matter of your wife, and the matter of my rotten luck. And so it was that misfortune prevailed, again, and I learnt that your wife was also the new Sheriff in town.
Yeah…..just my rotten luck!
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In response to the Daily Word Prompt – Panacea
Luck…bad is all I have too
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A kindred spirit 😉 🙂
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You two are great writers! That’s good luck!
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Thanks a lot. And correction – we three are great writers 😉😁
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my bad!
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I hope you didn’t take it negatively. I was paying you a compliment 🙂
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no way! love you guys!
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Right back at ya! 😉😁
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If I had a rupee for everytime that happened to me, I’d be a crorepati by now.
And by ‘that happened’, I mean crushing over a taken lady.
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😂 😂 😂 😂 😂oh you have been unlucky in crushes. But I hope you got lucky in love 🙂
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ohhh… my my my.. luck.. what does it always have to be bad.. and at times rotten too…
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😂 😂 sabki kahani, eh?
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Great fun, Pradita. I also smiled to myself when I read your subtlety here…. “It’s this reserved, not shy, quality of yours”. That sense of holding back.
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Thanks a lot, Simon. Only someone who knows the difference between the two because they are either of those, could have sensed that. So what are you – shy or reserved?
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Haha. Think I’ve been both, actually. I know times I’ve just felt like I’m at the wrong function and just wanted to get out. At others I’ve played my cards close to the chest as I sensed the company needed time to earn my trust.
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Ah, that explains how you know what it is. Thanks again for reading Simon 😊
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This was a fun read, Pradita.
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Thanks girl. How have you been?
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I’ve been good, Pradita!
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Good to know that ☺️
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