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SANGEETHA KAMATH

 



I was excited for my first international trip. 

But the cab I booked turned out to be a jalopy sputtering and halting at intervals. 

Finally! Upon arriving at the port, the majestic sight of the Star Cruiseliner held me in awe! Craning my neck to capture it for my Instagram, I stumbled backwards and my knees came crashing on the ground, bruising them badly!

A steward, slightly resembling DiCaprio rushed towards me with a wheelchair. But a sense of foreboding took over me instead…was this ship destined to be a Titanic?

Suddenly, a strong wind blew away his wig, revealing his bald pate. ‘DiCaprio’ looked like Shakaal ! I exhaled in relief!

But my happiness was short-lived! I had booked myself on the Star Pisces, but due to a glitch, I was rescheduled on the Superstar Aquarius! A rival at my workplace was an Aquarian! Arggggh!

Cursing my luck, I hobbled into my cabin to be greeted by chilled champagne, warm breakfast platter, also a Hermes scarf as an apology for the goof-up.

While soaking up the sunset on the deck and looking forward to my Caribbean holiday, I heard a sickening thud! 

But those were only dolphins swimming too close.

©️ Sangeetha Kamath 

Pic Courtesy:Image by neufal54 from Pixabay






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  1. KristinAugust 5, 2024 at 9:20 AM

    I wouldn't be too sure but that those dolphins popped a hole in the ship, given her luck on this trip

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