As we Salaam-Namaste-ed and came out, we noticed her. She was far from pretty and neither had the face nor the assets. She did have a good height though. She was taller than J so she must be 5 ‘7.5” or so but very thin. A shining thing could be seen dangling from the navel through the black see-through kurta. Whatever clothing was inside it was really less. Her hair was yellowish brown or brownish yellow and she swayed on Brigade road with her mouth pouted in some kind of a way. Everybody who passed by her, turned their heads to look.
I asked to J, ”Are you thinking what I am thinking?” She nodded. The ‘Sting Operation’ button in us went beep* beep* and we decided to follow her. Left, right, left we went, maintaining a comfortable distance behind her. J cautioned me to walk slowly lest people notice what we were up to. We acted as if we were window shopping and pointed at some mannequins randomly all the time concentrating on her steps. Then, we saw it. Oh my God! We just halted in our steps.
One man from nowhere started walking by her side, shoulder to shoulder. He looked at her through his shoulder and caught her glance. The body language between the two told it. Suddenly, she left the guy and crossed the road. We didn’t know what to do and went ahead. Our beep beep button had already become a siren by then. We looked back and saw the man still standing at the corner. Not being able to decide our next step, we took a right and then decided to turn back again. The guy was still standing there. We walked passed him and entered a music store to glance through the window. By that time, the guy too had vanished. The ‘Sting Operation’ fuse went off.
As I narrated the incident to my colleagues, one of them asked, ”two-girls in a green car?” It was not but the two girls in a green car were our first “Are you thinking what I am thinking?”