“Wouldn’t it hurt if they bite my skin?”
“They will just be nibbling, D.”
“But see, it seems like they have sharp teeth.”
“I doubt you can see any from behind your thick glasses.”
A sharp nudge of the arm. An indecisive look.
“They will all be staring at us!”
“What if I want out?”
“I don’t think they will chain us.”
Point. The chamber hadn’t a roof and you didn’t need seatbelts.
“Hold me if I scream. Okay?”
“I will also click a picture.”
We rolled up our jeans and dusted our feet. Then, we put them right into several dozen hungry mouths.
“We are plenty of fodder, it seems.”
Pictures were clicked. Girls giggled, aunties rolled their eyes. The men were intrigued. Pune Central came rushing out to the fishy scene.
We, on our part, had half an hour of tickling pleasure. The doctor fish as they were called, nibbled our feet and feasted on the dead skin they found. Apart from the tickle, they left our feet feeling spring-cleaned.
“We also have whole body fish-spas…” the man at the counter drawled as we fished out cash.
I looked at R. He looked at me.
“Tell us more.”