GO GO GO GIG

Part-time jobs are fun

GO GO GO GIG

"Go go go Gig" my husband told me. "You'll see Bangalore in a whole new way." He tossed advice at me, and a ball of meat with extra cheese into his belly at the same time. Lines on my frowning forehead multiplied! Neither I approved the idea of gigging nor tossing the meatball into the air. Gigging in winter drains out energy; meatballs are an expensive delicacy.

"Why only gig, why deliver food? Why not work anywhere else? Is that what you mean by this expression?" he noticed my pouted lips cover my shrunken eyes like an umbrella opened in the rain covers us.

You'll know people when you gig for a food delivery app. Those who have and those who don't have. Both. Put your empathy into practice, madam." He showed me two fingers, one for 'Haves' and another for 'Have-nots'. Embossing number two on my eyeballs, he added emphasis as he rested his head on my shoulder. The two fingers he showed me reaffirmed his inclination to push me to work for a food delivery app." If you want to be a writer, you have to understand your characters." He shouted in my ears.

Before the thought bubble in my head burst and I could plunge into my shoes for action, my husband took a plunge onto a bike like Batman goes on a mission to save the needy. "Coming along?" He asked me, nudging me with a helmet. He tapped the shoes on his feet so hard on the ground that I bent over to check if he had secret boosters that would skyrocket his bike into the air, if he'll hop over me and Bangalore's traffic. I wondered in all seriousness if my husband is Bangalore's new Batman.

But, I said no, I gave a queen's reply to Batman's food delivery offer, brushed my wavy hair and left the spooky-looking parking patch of my apartments to enter my paradise, my sweet home.

I certainly bestowed him with the happiness of riding all by himself through the maze of traffic. Swirl the wheel, hop on bumps, cruise through buses and cars.

Wow! How lucky I am! I missed it all! I cheered my heart.

I have my own ways to get into the minds of the readers, I murmured to my walls draped in shining wallpapers; I sat down at a window to write for my readers about the character I know too well, my husband.