Tales of a Clumsy Girl

#11: Unimaginable Discomfort

Mansi froze with fear. His claws were all around her. The fingers bristled her hair and each strand shivered with anxiety. She hoped that someone would protect her and stop him but in this moment, she was alone. Her eyes kept getting wider and she chided herself for the words that had led to this, the words she had uttered in complete nonchalance.

He was about to engulf her in his forced embrace, removing every trace of her identity, in the same way as darkness engulfs any sense of humaneness in the society. Mansi prepared for oblivion in her mind. His limbs stretched and then he paused. Something flashed in his mind. Mansi could see his brain processing like a computer, doing data analysis of some sort. “Was he even human?” Mansi thought with her breath stuck in her lungs and her voice in her throat.

Something clicked in his mind and suddenly, his limbs were moving towards Mansi’s cheeks. The claws scraped the skin and moved around the face slowly. Mansi could feel the cold nails but her body had betrayed her and remained motionless.

It went on for eternity in Mansi’s mind before he moved away his claws. Instead of removing her identity, he decided to forever etch his identity on hers.

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#10 Friend Conundrum

Mansi slapped him harder than she had intended.

“I’m sorry,” she said as he rubbed his cheek.

“Why did you hit me?” He asked.

“Why are you this weak?” She replied.

“I’m not weak.” He mumbled.

“Yeah, right. I slapped you a little and you crumpled like a pack of cards hit by a crazy cat.”

“That’s vivid. I guess you are getting your Instagram cat fix,” he said grinning.

“Not by choice. I’m being sent cat pics to see.”

“Ahh. She?”

“Yes, she. And don’t talk about her like you know her,” Mansi said with a stern look on her face.

“Don’t I?”

“No. She’s my friend and not yours.”

“Okay. But I won’t mind knowing her,” he said and winked at Mansi. Mansi fumed. Before she knew, her finger was pointing towards him.

“Stay away from her.”

“What if she doesn’t want to stay away from me,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk.

Mansi looked at him and knew he was joking. His left hand was still rubbing his cheek. Mansi knew what she had to do and slammed her fist in his stomach.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“The slap was clearly not enough,” Mansi said and grinned.

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#9 Learn to Talk

“What is the meaning of this?” Mansi said clenching her fists. Her curly hair were unkempt and her eyes had fire and wilderness in them.

“What?” Jirah looked at her bemused. He had become used to her antics and half the time, he didn’t hear half of her rants. This time, he was only listening because there were people around and she was on the verge of shouting. Typical of Mansi – create a scene.

“You think it’s okay to say that I’m looking like a prostitute.”

“A high-class prostitute,” said Jirah and winked.

“How dare you?”

“I am saying what I think,” said Jirah.

“I was just saying it as a joke.”

“Would you say something like this to your mother as a joke?”

“How dare you say something like this about my mother? Learn to talk about elders.”

“You learn to talk about women,” said Mansi.

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#8 Pay Me Not!

Mansi decided that life isn’t worth living. She had shouted, screamed and cried but nothing could change the inevitable. She hadn’t slept properly for days and she had even forgotten all her relationships because of this and yet, she hadn’t found success.

“We are working on it.” She heard every time she called Airbnb customer care.

“Let me tell you what the issue is,” Mansi started telling the customer care person what the bug in their system was and how they can fix it. The customer care respondent – definitely not a coder – listened patiently while checking her canned response number 53 and repeated it with utmost courtesy.

“Urgghhh. Listen, you…” Mansi started but before she could continue, the phone was snatched from her.

“You shouldn’t talk like this with them.”

“Can you believe them? I’m trying to pay them to book the rooms. I literally want to pay them money and they aren’t ready to take it. Morons!” Mansi roared.

“Don’t worry. It’s a corporation. They will find a way to take our money.”

“Yeah. Let’s hope we aren’t sleeping on the streets when we reach Rome,” Mansi said and tried to pay through the website again.

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#7 Elevator Escalation

“Defender is the worst product ever,” Mansi said chomping down on her eggs.

“What?” She asked looking at the stunned faces in front of her.

“Nothing. I was just saying that he worked in Defender before.” Mansi’s colleague said pointing towards his left. The person on the left had his hand frozen trying his best to smile.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way. Windows defender is still better than Update software,” Mansi said in full damage control.

“I worked in Update after Defender,” he said finally chewing up his food. The color drained from Mansi’s face and the whole table roared with laughter.

“I hate this,” Mansi said to her friend as they entered the elevator.

“Hate what? Saying wrong things at the wrong time.” Her friend said laughing.

“Yes.”

“It’s okay. Now, focus on the project.”

“Thanks for reminding about that,” Mansi seethed.

“You are welcome. Why the long face?” The friend said amused.

“You know why? I hate Neha.”

On cue, the door opened and in front of Mansi stood Neha. Neha went inside the elevator as Mansi came out.

“Why does this happen to me? I hate this.” Mansi wailed.