Oh, I forgot to mention

I am a small time dentist. I work at a clinic owned by a renowned doctor in the town of ours. If you think that serves well as an introduction, we can move on to this small chapter from my life. Its not a true story, in fact "true story" is more like an oxymoron to me. Its just something that I made up while at the bus station waiting for a bus.

I met this really good looking girl a few months ago, actually an year and a half ago. She used to work at my clinic at the time I joined the clinic. She was another assistant to the dentist, a dentist herself.

I asked her out one day for lunch. From that very noon in August, for the next 3 months we had a very exciting love affair. It was by the beginning of December that we started taking it a little more serious, December to April marked a very decisive phase of our relationship, by July we decided to get married. Yesterday I went to her house, to meet her dad. Her dad was a retired police officer. He used work with the crime branch. Oops, I forgot to tell you that in the past one and a half years I have showered my girl friend with a lot of expensive gifts, not to mention that girls love expensive gifts and also that those gifts played a very significant part in shaping her affection towards me into something more serious.

So I walk into her apartment and her dad sits across his table, which used to be his home office when he used to work from home. It had a lot of old books and note books stacked on top of one another and an old ceramic place that represented some kind of recognition. He greeted me in a manner that suited a man who had held such a position of power. We talked for a while about our families and how her mother used to like me so much. Her mother was a chronic diabetes patient and she'd passed away a few months back. As her father narrated the story of her mothers death, my girl friend went inside to get us something to drink. I came to know from her father that her mom died of two missing insulin shots that she had to take before her meals. I was concerned and I said I have never heard this from my girl friend. Her dad said that he later found this out, but didn't tell his daughter as he didn't want her daughter to feel guilty as she was the one who forgot to get her mom her shots. My girl friend was in the habit of misplacing and losing things lately according to her dad and this was one of the things she missed. I felt bad and thought about the day that her mom died.

Anyway, things worked out well and it seems that our marriage is coming out as a serious possibility. I forgot to mention that I pressed her foot with mine secretly as we were sitting sipping our tea.

I said goodbye and started walking down to my bus stop. As I walked, I felt the small ceramic plate in my jacket pocket. Oh, I forgot to mention that I am a cleptomaniac. I steal certain items that catch my eye. Theres no particular pattern to what catches my eye, it amazes me to this day to see the different items I have stolen since my childhood. A pencil to a pendant, police mans torch light to uncle's camera lens, small collectibles to tv remote controllers. I remembered the day I stole small medicine bottles from my girl friends bag, the day of her mother's death. It's weird, I dont feel a thing, no regrets. It feels as if nothing has happenend, nothing's changed. I could still feel the cold air and everything looked fine. I steal from my girl friend occassionally. I went home and looked at the medicine bottles, and felt a pang of weird satisfaction shooting through my veins. They were in fact bottles of insulin.

Oh, before I forget, I want to remind you again that this is just a story and that I made it up at the bus station the other day.