Shrewd sanyasin

I knew, I knew. Talk of sexy sanyasin and see how many eyebrows raised. Well, lemme not drag the suspense. As a part of reporting assignment I was supposed to talk to an attractive Osho follower. I rang her up and invited her to our office opposite VT railway station. But she suggested a posh food outlet near Flora Fountain. I tried to wriggle out. After all, we used to get tea for 10 paise in Times of India canteen for staff which was as good as free. But the lady with sugary voice was so persuasive, I had to agree. We had a wonderful lunch at this classy joint. When the bill arrived, she took out her purse in slow motion. The fool that I am, I told her for courtesy, “Allow me.” “Sure?” she folded her purse before I could reply or blink. Need I say more? Finger burnt, lesson learnt.