Tokyo Dozen: AR FF: Pg 8 Update 28/June

Summary:

Anjali and Riddhima take a trip to Tokyo to attend a seminar (something very, very important for mankind but absolutely unnecessary for our story) for twelve days. They encounter old enemies - people who beat them in exams or got better score on a test paper and few times even looked prettier than Anjali. They make new friends; like this one guy who saves Anjali in a flight from a thoroughly bored Riddhima and another guy who honestly believes that Riddhima cannot be trusted with a vending machine alone. Her love for vending machine seems almost creepy.

Four people attend seminar and hang out in their free time. And they also travel around and make...interesting observations.

Assume that I have ripped out twelve pages from a daily dairy of one of those characters.

Index:

Day 0: From Bangkok to Tokyo -- Page 1 -- 22-Jun-2011
Day 1: Getting drunk on soft drinks; A vending machine love story -- Page 4 -- 23-June-2011
Day 2: Elevator phobia and manga mania; giving up valiancy and embracing rationality make man a sissy? -- Page 6 -- 24-June-2011
Day 3, Evening: Leave a kiss but in the cup, and I'll not look for wine; on second thoughts, make that non-fat yoghurt. -- Page 8 -- 28-June-2011

Day 0: From Bangkok to Tokyo

"Riddhima! Hurry up! Flight leaves in three hours!" Anjali yelled at her younger sister, her own baggage ready by the door. She was obviously miffed at her sister who was making her wait for ages, which happened to be all of seventeen minutes. The taxi had arrived and Riddhima was shoving toiletries into her check in bag.

"Take my bags to front lobby. I will take stairs and meet you there", Riddhima dragged her luggage from her room and brought it outside.

"Riddhima, we are already late. Take elevator today." Anjali huffed in annoyance.

"My darling sister. Did you know that at least six people die every year in elevator related accidents and hundreds injured? I don't want to be part of that statistics." Riddhima responded her voice laced with humor.

"You are just scared of elevators. Admit that", Anjali taunted her little sister and loaded both their luggage to elevator.

"Elevators are creepy. How can you not feel weird sensation when it goes up in the air? And how can you not feel stuffy inside that small cube. Eee", Riddhima yet again defended her paranoia of elevators concluding with a spooky sound.

"You better get your butt down fast. Else I am going to leave you here and go to that medical conference alone. You hear me Riddhima. Now run!" Anjali yelled the last part when the elevator doors started to close on her face.

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"I am bored." Riddhima said what probably the hundred and sixteenth time that day. Anjali rubbed her temples. Riddhima had managed to irritate her completely and her patience had died during their first transit at Bangkok. She thumped the coffee which the nice airhostess had given her which sloshed dangerously at its rim.

"What?" Riddhima asked her sister in middle of a shuffling of movies on personal TV. Anjali's irritation truly skyrocketed then. She turned around and asked the guy sitting in the aisle seat in the next row.

"Excuse me sir. Would you please switch seats with me? I cannot sit next to this person who has done nothing but telling me how bored she is for the last nine hours", Anjali didn't give a chance for the man to give a response as she got up with a wan smile.

The man shrugged and smiled at Anjali and easily slid to her seat.

"Wow. Are you watching this movie? Really? Seriously? This is the crappiest shit ever. Man, no wonder your friend was annoyed at you." He spared one look at her screen and sprouted of his own judgment without bothering to look at her.

"Who are you? Why do you care what I watch? That's my sister buster not my friend. And why are you still sitting here? Anjali! Get back here." Riddhima hiss-yelled.

"Is she always like this?" The man asked Anjali turning around and totally ignoring Riddhima.

"Yeah. Well, whenever Riddhima isn't working or reading what she wants or watching what she wants. She gets itchy and irritating." Anjali confided as if the man and she were BFFs; best friends forever.

"Itchy?" The man raised an eyebrow.

"I don't want to say the B-word", Anjali replied seriously. Riddhima sniggered. The man nodded in understanding.

"You are a very nice person ma'am", the man gave a dimpled smile.

"Oh! Thank you! My name is Anjali by the way and that's my baby sister Riddhima", she offered her hand.

"Hello Anjali. My name is Armaan." He shook her hand and turned at Riddhima.

"Hello Riddhima. My name is Armaan. And I will be your best friend who gives opinion on everything you try to watch or try to do for the rest of the flight." His dimpled smile got bigger when her eyebrows knitted.

"How do you feel now Ridzy?" Anjali smiled at her younger sister.

"I hate you." Riddhima could only huff in mild annoyance.

To Be Continued

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So if negative poles come in close proximity there is a repulsion and therefore repulsion begins with a fight... thus the beginning of attraction between AR! :)

The elevator phobia reminded me of x-Men: Storm! How Storm control over the elements is tied into her emotions...when she gets all claustrophobic, or otherwise emotionally disturbed, her powers flare up uncontrollably and often escalate in intensity... I like your Riddhima!

Great Start :D!

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nice start... looks interesting... continue soon

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