Halfway through the movie, she suddenly became
restless. On asking her what was wrong, she said she couldn’t find her shoes.
Then I realized she had been sitting with her
legs folded on the seat and her sandals lay on the floor. Though I tried to
tell her that during interval some passerby might have kicked her sandals
unconsciously and that we can look for it after the movie ends, she was not the
one to listen. In that utter darkness, even mobile glow wasn't sufficient to
provide the light required. Nevertheless with that faint beam, we kept searching
till we found it under the chair of the person sitting in front of me. By the
time we took our seats back, we had missed much of the movie. But one look at
her smiling, contented face, her and I knew it was worth it.
“What? How can you not find your shoes? Aren’t
they supposed to be on YOUR feet?” I asked.
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