Errant employee

​He approaches me with a sheepish grin and I instantly know he wants something. My guess is right. It's an advance that he seeks. I ask him the reason for it and he starts to blush. He's getting married he says, sheepish grin firmly in place. I'm disarmed by his ingenuousness and find it difficult to keep myself from being drawn into a conversation. She's from a neighbouring town, he informs, and he still hasn't had the chance to talk to her. He has her photograph though. He shyly pulls it out of his wallet to give me a glimpse. I find her rather ordinary to look at, especially when compared to his handsome self. I guess he reads my verdict; for he instantly offers by way of explanation 'स्वभाव की बोहोत अच्छी है सर, सब रिश्तेदार बताते हैं'। I burst out laughing. And because I know that my laugh will for sure be misinterpreted, clarifications notwithstanding, I end-up obliging him with the sought advance.
 
The lyrics of a Manoj Kumar song are raked up as I see him leave, 'चाँद सी महबूबा हो मेरी कब ऐसा मैंने सोचा था, हाँ तुम बिलकुल वैसी हो जैसा मैंने सोचा था'
 
Or, as Proust would say, 'Let's leave pretty women to men with no imagination.'