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The Telescope...

Paarya woke up by flipping of pages, of the book, lying nearby on bedside table, she had fallen in a slumber around five evening, the wind blew faster making the book noisy, she got up to check out the setting of gyrometer, it indicated 14 to 89 by one 10th, making her sure of possibility of catching a sight of grey giant cyclone, she had arranged the analog meter readings converting to numerical input in possible display. She delighted in it's design and was later promoted as it's operating officer, as she checked and noted.. the rings and pendulums had delightful trinkling as it made conversion for input signals.. the conversion was made for adjustment and accuracy in position of scope to automatically detect and follow priority wavelengths.. the scope was installed on side floor of her apartment.. and she was allowed to make connecting balcony passage by a door.. hardly any other officer bothered with scope without her permission.. apart from two attendants that mostly always worked on first floor.. she walked back to her desk ..

Vikram: hi..

Paarya: hi..

She felt underdressed suddenly feeling like butter in scorch.. Vikram was his senior.. and occasionally came to check data .. inventory and also sometimes to see her.. she had denied him dating a couple of years back.. but he kept up looking.. seeing her..

Vikram: oh.. you look so tired.. lets go out dinner..

Paarya: no.. i ..

Vikram: you are going to be single forever.. ? Comeon .. you won't find anyone better then me..

Paarya: i.. .. ok.. i will be back in 15 minutes..

Vikram: hurryup..

Paarya: i know..

Vikram: what.. ??

But she had already disappeared in passage.. he repeated on her back.. "what..??" ..

They dined at "spice and straw" .. on way back..

Vikram: how are you with scope. . And meter.. ? Any chance of new settings .. ?

Paarya: slight .. i already updated twice.. in last 18 months.. additional set is ready but it disturbs the galaxy rt7 view..

Vikram: so leave it.. i didn't know you worked on anything else then grey cyclone..

Paarya: i do .. i like..

Vikram: yes.. ok.. i will set it on scope s2 on first floor.. u just focus on setting improvements.. you are an engineer.. don't waste time on night sky scenery. ..

Paarya went still .. and silent. ..

Vikram: i don't think you are interested in dating.. would you like to marry me.. ?

Paarya: excuse me..!!

Vikram: i .. like you very much.. ..

Paarya: i don't want to marry.. but i will think..

Vikram: you should.. ..

They reached back station by 11..

Paarya: come up for a coffee..

Vikram: seriously.. ? I mean.. hell.. ya .. i need a coffee..

Paarya smiled.. he got captivated in her smile .. her merry face alight in fall from a nearby pole.. he grabbed her.. kissing.. she shifted to one of the pillars of parking.. which was totally empty.. easily in his hold..

Vikram: i love you..

Paarya: yes.. i will..

Vikram: soon.. ?

Paarya: yes.. lets go upstairs..

Vikram: well then .. .i think.. maybe.. ..

Paarya: please do come tonight..

Vikram: yes..

He kissed her again before they went up..

Vikram went to check telescope while she made coffee.. and they spent night looking out in to nightsky..

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