Mélange à trois

D- German. Always has a BASIC QUESTION. Pragmatic and ambivalent are his favourite words. As a matter of statistical importance, every 2 lines have either word. My personal favourites are when both occur in the same line. He can never understand why I suddenly break into a smile at a statement. I am not telling.

S- German. Always has a FUNNY STORY. Most often they are not funny. But I laugh anyway coz I like him.

I- Indian. I always have a DOUBT. I am the observer. But you already know me. So I will next myself.

H- French. Is always agreeable. She has a language problem. But saying yes in any language is easy. So she does that. But I like her. Especially when she looks at me over plates of French food and asks, "Yes?" Saying yes in any language is easy. 'Yes.'

M- Italian. Is always MELANCHOLY. He is like a suffering bird. In his long black coat that covers is almost cylindrical body, his hunched shoulders and his hands cupped behind him; he reminds me of a penguin. But beyond all this lies unexpected wit. He rarely talks, but when he does it takes me a moment and then I burst into peals of laughter. He never is too comfortable with his jokes understood. Unhappy Feet.