โ€œI feel like Iโ€™m a typo.โ€

Ed’s buttery fingers froze mid-way before he could fill his mouth with another handful of popcorn. It was an awfully regular Sunday afternoon. He didnโ€™t shave. She didnโ€™t wax her legs. They were watching re-runs of their favourite show, sprawled on the floor on a messy blanket. It was perfect. For him, at least.

โ€œWhatโ€™s that?โ€ he asked.

โ€œI feel like Iโ€™m a typo,โ€ Annย repeated, and looked at him petulantly.

Oh my lord, he thought. He knew what was coming. Slinky was going to slink into one of her moods. Must tread carefully.

โ€œWhat do you mean youโ€™re a typo?โ€

โ€œWhat are typos, Ed? They are words that were meant to be something else. They were meant to serve another purpose. But because youโ€™ve already pressed โ€˜sendโ€™, theyโ€™re out there now. Lingering, walking around with asterisks on their head, questioning their existence. Do you know what I mean?โ€

Ed took a sip of his apple juice. โ€œI think so. But actually, itโ€™s the corrected words that have asterisks on them.โ€

โ€œUgh! Technicalities. Iโ€™m trying to make a point here!โ€

โ€œSorry, sorry!โ€

Ann stared at the ceiling, twisting a strand of her unkempt hair. โ€œTypos are auto-corrected. They are modified into being something they are not. What if Iโ€™m a โ€˜gaveโ€™, and Iโ€™m walking around as a โ€˜haveโ€™? Typos are anomalies. The outsiders. The odd ducks. I feel like Iโ€™m meant to be somewhere else, doing something else.โ€

Ed smiled. He slid an arm around her shoulder. โ€œIf youโ€™re a typo, then I can be your dictionary. We can figure this out together.โ€

She sat up. โ€œDamn it, Ed! I DO NOT want you to be my โ€œdictionary!โ€โ€

Uh oh. Why isnโ€™t there a backspace in actual conversations? Argh!

โ€œIโ€™m sorry,โ€ he said. โ€œI was —โ€œ

โ€œForget it! Iโ€™m going outside to take a walk.โ€

Ten minutes later, Ann came back, her nose red because of the cold, and her hair messier than before. She threw herself at Ed and wrapped her arms around him. โ€œCould you just be the squiggly line underneath me?โ€ she asked.

โ€œOf course. Always,โ€ he repeated as he hugged her back, and felt her melting against his arms.

13 responses to “The Typo”

  1. tariquchihakhan Avatar

    Interesting take on typos, and now I’m wondering if I am one.

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  2. The Diplomatic Hippo Avatar
    The Diplomatic Hippo

    Just two words. Absolutely brilliant. Think this could be your best one ever.

    I have nothing else to say. I liked it that much. ๐Ÿ˜€

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    1. Astha Avatar

      Thanks Nayaaaaaaaan! ๐Ÿ™‚

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    The Diplomatic Hippo

    Reblogged this on The Diplomatic Hippo.

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  4. AdiC Avatar

    That’s so cute! And such a fresh perspective! Awesome work. I’m glad I read it โค

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      Thank you AdiC ๐Ÿ™‚

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  5. Deboshree Avatar

    So cutely written! Totally loved your take on typos. ๐Ÿ˜€

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      Thaaanks Debo ๐Ÿ™‚

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  6. himanju23 Avatar

    I am confused.. Am I a typo too?? he he he ๐Ÿ˜‰

    http://zigzacmania.blogspot.in/

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    1. Astha Avatar

      Haha. That’s a question you have to answer yourself ๐Ÿ˜›

      Thanks for stopping by! I’m from Agra as well!

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    sakshi_prak

    Typos! Nice way to put it ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. Astha Avatar

      Thankoo doo ๐Ÿ™‚

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