Harikumar Edasseri
The leading lady Sunanda glanced once again through the photos strewn on the table. The figure of the new girl is indeed remarkable, and the snaps in bikini were excellent. Her young body is better than mine, Sunanda thought. My bosom is heavier and firmer, but the other parts of the body have grown out of proportion. Yoga and other exercises didn’t help much to stall the onslaught of aging. This girl’s face is also cherubic, a trait leading lady should possess. Is director Chainani showing me a veiled threat, just to bargain on my price, or even telling in his own style, in too many words, that I will be marginalized? Merged in thought she didn’t realize that Chainani was standing just behind her, and she startled when he touched her shoulder. He asked. ‘Why did you startle?’ She only shook her shoulder. Her glass of dry martini was empty. ‘Shall I fix Scotch for you?’ Chainani asked.
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