The Delhi Chapter : Page 30

[ That day.

I wrote my short story (applying that same, age-old rule of thumb).
Shoving self-doubt and diffidence into a remote crevice of the mind. 

And it strangely agreed to have my back.
Again.
Again. ]

****

After a little over a half hour, the master swung by to check on us.

Purnima was already done by then, ready to show her piece to Bodhi.

I was still not finished (of course).

Given the snail that I am.

But Bodhi had promised me till lunch-time.

[ Which was still another half hour away ]

So he didn't exactly complain, that I wasn’t done yet.

"No worries. Take your time." he said.

[ Reverse psychology has somehow always worked on me.

Right from the beginning of time.

My dad.

My brother.

My boyfriend.

Have always succeeded.

Well.

Trick is rather simple.

Just be nice and lenient, permissive and indulgent with me, when you want anything done.

Because yelling and snubbing and pushing and shoving makes me do nothing, even today. ]

So (I have no idea how Bodhi figured it), but the minute he was kind about my deadline, I finished my piece in the next 10 minutes.