“Oui” she said. I had to admire the perfect French accent.
“Great! Can I have one please?” I smiled being all warm and
friendly. Her mannerism and dress was more akin to a secretary rather than
working the bakery till. My admiration came with a slight tinge of sadness too as
I remembered that once, some time ago, someone had told me too that I was a “lucky
‘bastard’”.
She sure was pretty.
It was lunchtime and I was doing my usual routine but for
the discovery of the new bakery that had just opened next to my favourite take
away shop. Moments ago I called Sam with the news that once again there were no
sharks. (Dirk and I actually feel quite guilty to call Sam with the news of no
sharks – her disappointment is rather disheartening!) Of course it is not just
Sam that was being effected, the interns too were feeling frustrated. After
starting on such a high, the lack of sharks over the last week and half have put
a slight damper on things.
“That will be 30 rupees” she said while her eyes locked on
mine. They were emerald green and exquisite, the beauty not lost on me while I
fumbled through my pocket for some money.
“Thank you” I said before adding, “and I wish you all the
success with the new shop.”
“Mercy” came her reply. Ah, there was that perfect French accent
again. Taking my chocolate éclair in its pretty box I walked out of the shop.
Later on, back in the hangar I shared lunch with Donn – he was
a Captain in the Seychelles Air-force. We often have a good chat and over the
years have built up a good friendship. Of course he could not help admire the tempting
and enticing look of the chocolate éclair and what a rare find that was on the
island.
“Talk about tempting” I mentioned. “I have to tell you about
the pretty lady working at the bakery…” Soon we were discussing
the merits of admiring a beautiful lady. Suddenly Donn looked at me with a grin
before adding, “Well, at least you could take the chocolate éclair home with
you…”
Wish you were here!
:)
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