THE PROMPOSAL.

                           THE PROMPOSAL

                 INT.  SCOT AND POOJA’S SCHOOL BIOLOGY LAB.  DAY

 

Late in the afternoon in an elite school in downtown Abbey Road, sounds of young students moving around and talking in low whispers are heard. Pooja sitting in the lab finds her thoughts drifting towards that boy in her class, Scott. The sound of a soothing voice wakes her up from her reverie.

                                              Yes?

                                               SCOTT

Scott his forehead sweating and mouth going dry shyly approaches Pooja. Beads of perspiration trickle down his skin.  His heart misses a beat.

                     Hi! Would you happen to know about the school prom dance this weekend?

                                              POOJA

Pooja startled, looks up at the most beautiful clear eyes she has ever seen. She can almost see her reflection in it. Her young heart flutters.

                           Yes! I have. What do you think about it?

                                             SCOTT

The dazzling light of the sun streams in through the lab windows. Scott the young genius in all matters, except the matters of the heart, finds himself blurting out awkwardly and bluntly. 

                         Would you be my prom partner?

                                            POOJA

Pooja feels her cheek and the skin on her back flushing. She can faintly hear the soft music playing somewhere nearby. She decides not to fight the feelings and emotions churning up inside her.

                          Sure! I’d love that.

                                            SCOTT

A thousand mandolin plays suddenly in Scott’s head. The dry and drab school lab suddenly seems the most interesting place on earth. He sucks in his breath and says with a shy smile.

                    Thank you! You have made my day brighter. I’ll see you this Saturday at the prom.

The sound of the school bell ringing is heard. The students slowly and noisily make their way out of the lab.


                                         END.

 

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