the middle

i paused, looking at ganesh. his brows furrowed he pursued his lips still munching on what i said. but before he could give his view, the doorbell rang. no one wanted to move, lest the state of equilibrium be disturbed. but i moved, along the way glanced at her pretty eyes wondering when she will look at me like she did that night.

as i opened the door, a energetic voice bundled through the door. it was manasa. she punched me on my shoulders for my tease the other day. well i knew her emotions for ganesh but i didnt tell much to him directly. she went directly to the kitchen , to help herself to some samosas.

manasa knew there was always a different feeling in this apartment, but today it was more than normal. as she bit the samosas she heard the familiar voice of ganesh booming in the room. not lest surprised she rather enjoyed his bombastic voice. "i guess we are talking about being independently making a choice as opposed to we being independent. though on second thoughts they seem to inter related. so when we say we dont have a choice, like free will which makes life deterministic but are we talking about there are choices and humans have the ability to choose independently of other external factors." summing up the inherent fuzziness of the conversation he got back to his beer while manasa distributed the samosas around and sat down next to him.