"So you don't read the news?" Ashish quizzically looked up through his glasses at Gaia.
"I do, but of late it's a habit I have temporarily suspended." replied Gaia.
"I am sure you're the type who would prefer a Times of ----- gossip column to the other more literary newspapers around", smirked Ashish looking back into his latest NDTV updates that sporadically popped up on him smart phone. Ashish was lying down on the softly upholstered navy blue sofa, his legs splayed across, ankles resting on one of the embroidered cushions.
'You'd think that I am a shallow sort even after reading my writings.' Thought Gaia shaking her head. No point in defending a criticism that is merely pointed out for the sake of it, she thought.
It was a slightly cold day in Lisbon, she could hear the traffic beneath the apartment. Gaia walked up to the window across the living room by the side of the open kitchenette. Peering down, she could sense the town slowly waking up to yet another day of pre-Christmas preparations. The city square belying in front of their apartment, had men putting up tents and straightening out benches for the people that would soon flock through. She could see bakers bringing in the freshly baked bread and other Christmas special condiments in small goods vehicles. There was music, Christmas-y carols playing through the speakers that have been put up, fixed up against tall poles around the square.
She wished to go down and walk through it. The colorful decor,the confetti, the smells, the smiles.
To smell the layers of food in display, to try the different wines up for tasting, maybe even have a cup of coffee at one of the cafes across the road. She wanted to take it all in.
"I do, but of late it's a habit I have temporarily suspended." replied Gaia.
"I am sure you're the type who would prefer a Times of ----- gossip column to the other more literary newspapers around", smirked Ashish looking back into his latest NDTV updates that sporadically popped up on him smart phone. Ashish was lying down on the softly upholstered navy blue sofa, his legs splayed across, ankles resting on one of the embroidered cushions.
'You'd think that I am a shallow sort even after reading my writings.' Thought Gaia shaking her head. No point in defending a criticism that is merely pointed out for the sake of it, she thought.
It was a slightly cold day in Lisbon, she could hear the traffic beneath the apartment. Gaia walked up to the window across the living room by the side of the open kitchenette. Peering down, she could sense the town slowly waking up to yet another day of pre-Christmas preparations. The city square belying in front of their apartment, had men putting up tents and straightening out benches for the people that would soon flock through. She could see bakers bringing in the freshly baked bread and other Christmas special condiments in small goods vehicles. There was music, Christmas-y carols playing through the speakers that have been put up, fixed up against tall poles around the square.
She wished to go down and walk through it. The colorful decor,the confetti, the smells, the smiles.
To smell the layers of food in display, to try the different wines up for tasting, maybe even have a cup of coffee at one of the cafes across the road. She wanted to take it all in.
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