It was raining heavily. I was about to leave. He came upto me. His wallet had got wet. He was asking me for some clip - paper clip of sorts, large one. I did not get what did he exactly want. I asked him what for. He explained something but I did not get it. I asked him if he wanted to leave with me and on the way we could look for whatever he wanted in a stationery shop. We stopped at some mall and went to a shop. I asked him to get a new wallet as well. He asked what for. I said the old one had got all wet and the leather was spoilt as well. We were arguing over whether to buy it or not standing at the entrance of this small shop. He was standing behind me with me slightly turned to him. He was standing too close... too close to be in my personal space. There was a girl standing next to me as well. Sweet looking, fair, short height (shorter than me!), a little plump. She was a South Indian apparently. She said something to herself in her native tongue. He understood it since he speaks all of them. He answered to her self-musings in English. She looked once at him and then turned back to the shop and was contemplating something. She again said something and ended the sentence with a 'ri.....' He too said, the same... 'ri...' She turned to us and spoke to me. "You are a malayali!?!" I gave her a blank look. She again said, 'Oh you are not, only he is.' She smiled and again turned back to the shop.
P.S. That giving lift incident playing games with my mind.
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