Page 60 of You Had Me At Annyeong!
Like little schoolgirls sharing a secret, they giggle some more.
They sit in silence, watching the sun lazily, perhaps reluctantly, go to bed, listening to the rollicking waves crash into the rocky coastline. This is the first time in weeks that Timira has felt peaceful.
This is what I came for. Yes! This. Not some third-class, tacky drama plot that I’ve been getting dragged into. I’m better than that. Ah, it would’ve been so nice had Alice been around.
She has still not spoken with her or Bhaskar since the call on the SecondSkin balcony.
Let me video-call her!
Alice answers towards the fag end of the call, just as Timira is about to disconnect.
‘Hiiiii, is everything okay?’ Timira asks restlessly.
Alice’s voice is barely audible even though she’s holding the phone close to her mouth. She mumbles incoherently.
‘Why are you whispering, Alice? And where is your face?’ Timira can only see a magnified set of plump, pink lips with a perfectly shaped cupid’s bow.
‘I’m on set, I’ll call you back when I’m taking a break,’ Alice hisses in a whisper.
‘Whose pimples are you hiding today? Show, show!’
‘I’m hanging up …’
‘Wait!’
‘What? I’m busy!’
Alice is now gritting her teeth and spitting her words out.
‘I just want to show you something—’ Timira starts to announce.
But her words get cut off by a rustle. Alice’s camera moves hastily, blurring the video, before finally settling at a low angle from where she can see Alice’s pert posterior. A giant middle finger creeps up on the screen and waves itself in Timira’s face. Alice seems to be speaking now, but not with her, though.
‘Yeah, no, that’s no worry at all. I’ll just go grab a coffee and be back in half? Want anything?’
A familiar-sounding male voice replies, ‘Nahin, yaar. But thanks! DP is around,mil le usey!’
DP? Who DP? Why will Alice say hi to this DP when I’m here?
‘Alice! Alice! I know you can hear me!’
The familiar voice is back. ‘Do you hear that, Alice? Somebody seems to be calling your name out.’
‘Hello, hello! Yes, it’s me. Here! On the phone! I can hear you.’
Alice groans and tries to cup the phone mic but she’s been beaten to it. Before she knows it, the phone is out of her hand and the man she’s been speaking with is waving at the screen.
‘Hi! This is Ranveer. And who might you be? Alice’s girlfriend? Is that why she was trying to hide you? Alice, you naughty girl!’ he winks.
Ranveer Singh! Ooooh, DP as in Deepika Padukone!
‘Honey, stop daydreaming! Here, come see. It’s a Bollywood superstar,’ she mutters under her breath and nudges a half-asleep Hanee awake, while he looks expectantly at Alice and she can only mumble incoherently.
‘I’m such a big fan, Mr Singh. All my friends think I resemble your wife … look, I’ve even got dimples like her!’
The Bollywood star smiles amusedly as Alice rolls her eyes long enough for Timira to notice.
‘Sure, yes, y’all could be twins!’ he laughs. ‘What is that life-size doll in your background, though? Wow, it’s moving!’
