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“So, which one of these do you think should make it.”

Mr. Browne spoke as he glided the two 10 x 12 photographs towards Natasha and Patrick sitting in front of him. Both of them got hold of one photograph each and went into a deep study mode as if to decipher the hidden codes of expression.

The Editor-in-Chief got out of his wobbly leather chair and paced towards the coffee machine next to the large glass window.

“Any of you been to the new restaurant on the Bella Square? What’s its name?” Mr. Browne enquired looking out of the window as he took a sachet of sugar-free sugar and shook it three-four times on his left palm.

La Appétit Désirer,” answered Natasha as she exchanged her photograph with the one Patrick was looking into. “The food is French, less in the plate and costly.”

“I think they are known for their desserts and all those sweet stuffs, right?” Mr. Browne spoke as he poured coffee in three white mugs.

Patrick got up and picked up two mugs as Mr. Browne took the third and settled down on the leather chair. He put one on the side table next to Natasha as she was holding the two photographs and analyzing something. Patrick stood behind her.

“Shall we get your lunch today from there, sir?” Suggested Natasha.

“No. I am in no mood for any French today. The owner has already invited me and my wife after the Fund Raiser. I think they are the one who are going to look after the food on Saturday for the event.”

“Good opportunity for them to initiate with the Who-of-the-What of the state on a flavorsome note.” Patrick added as he took a sip of the coffee.

“So, which one of those?” Mr. Browne again gave the cue.

“I think this one with the trucks and people on the background gives the photograph more complete look than this plain desert one.” Natasha gave her conclusion as she held both the photographs together for Mr. Browne to see.

“Exactly what I was going to suggest,” said Patrick. “I think if we enlarge this for the background of the stage; it’s going to be more complete and vibrant for the Fund Raiser.”

Mr. Browne pressed a number on the intercom and said, “Cindy, the one with the trucks in the background,” and hung up the phone.

I took one more excruciating look on the two pictures of malnourished dead bodies of six-seven Ethiopian children – none aged more than three years, and realized that one of them had trucks on the background.

  1. May 18, 2012 at 6:40 pm

    takes to a completely different world and atmosphere as I go through it! By the time I read the last para , my imaginary visual suddenly shifts to a far more sensitive thoughht and issue…
    excellent writing!

    • May 18, 2012 at 8:51 pm

      I may have exaggerated things but the theme of the story is beyond any exaggeration to me.
      Thanks for liking !

  2. May 18, 2012 at 8:07 pm

    It’s just one of those days when you realize how hard and cold we’ve become… All in the name of money…

    • May 18, 2012 at 8:57 pm

      very true Aditi.
      there is a lot of happiness, hurt, pain, opportunities and love around – human tendency is to look for the easy way out. So, most of the time it starts and ends where our comfort level is.

  3. Asifa Zunaidha
    May 27, 2012 at 5:30 pm

    oh heart wrenching

    • May 27, 2012 at 5:35 pm

      Glad “wrenching” your heart !! 🙂

  4. Khalid Raza
    July 8, 2012 at 5:07 pm

    brilliant! So much to show what we need to raise our souls than funds.

    • July 8, 2012 at 6:30 pm

      everybody pay attention – my bro has arrived !!!
      Good to see you Khalid !

  5. August 15, 2012 at 1:33 pm

    ah, yes, indeed! well done, my friend, hugs, pat

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