D, going through my photos of Onam, shrugs nonchalantly and says, “You are not as innocent as you look.”
I look up, confused. Me? Innocent? Did I actually hear someone saying I look innocent? Exasperated, I turn around to face him and say, “D, how dare you even think of calling me innocent?”
In case you are wondering why I took so much offense, it’s because innocent is the worst possible way to describe me. I am not innocent and will never be! D looks at me, and starts laughing. “You are only person I know who actually hates being called innocent,” he says, still laughing uncontrollably. “Most people would kill to get that compliment.”
Raising one eyebrow, I look at him, “Well…I am not most people…”
D decides he has had enough. “You most definitely are not!”
I love having the last word in conversations. But this is one conversation in which I’ll give that a pass.