How early? even the slum dwellers had not come out on the streets for their morning potty.
'I am practicing a new form of defense,' she replied peacefully.
'Defense, that is interesting. Some trouble?' I quizzed.
'I met my old friends today over lunch then we went shopping and in the evening we took coffee at CCD,' she started.
I don't said, how thats bad.
'So we were discussing about relationships, she was telling how she has screwed her life and how practical she has become after her first breakup I havent told anyone about my boyfriend but it made me think of how foolish and stupid I am...'
About time, don't you think.
'How many other crybabies you know?' she.
'Well, only 400 million other people, at the last count.' me.
'Ha ha, glad I am normal.' she.
'Aren't we all?' I quipped.
'I thought I was in the sadist period,' she beamed.
'Planet earth is in sadist period since the ice age,' I replied.
'So this new form of defense... what is it?' I asked not sure what she was doing so far.
'It is called pinch boxing,' she replied, 'An ancient elite form of marshal arts practiced by woman all over the world since the Egyptians.'
'You mean punch boxing?' I confirmed.
'No I mean, pinch boxing... now go or I will give you demo...' she threatened.
'Hold on, you said its a new art form, but now you saying its old?' I asked, 'What are you doing....'
Ow. Ow. Ow.