A few days back, I was at a friend’s place, sitting on the swing outside, doing my writing. The surroundings here are very green. I saw a couple (college-going) write right in front of me, outside the wall of the house. The girl was sitting on her activa and the guy was standing facing her. I assumed they were a couple because of their body language, having some fun conversation, laughing; I don’t know- the glow of new love?
They stood in a way that one of the trees at my friend’s place, slightly blocked them from me, I could see more of the girl and less of the boy. I was working and I usually mind my own business. This one moment, the girl made an eye-contact with me. She got up almost immediately and shifted to the boy’s activa. Now, I couldn’t see less of the girl, more of the boy. Soon, they got slightly intimate, perhaps a kiss? Could not see fully, just assumed. I decided to not say anything or see anything more. I focused on my laptop screen. In a minute, I heard a shout from the house opposite. “Jata raho ahi thi!” (Leave this place at once.) This is a 25-ish boy living across.
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It had been seven years since she had seen him. They were together for three years and then they decided not to meet after this one day. It was a close friend’s wedding and she knew he would come. She knew he was married. Was he happy? She looked into the mirror before leaving. She looked gorgeous.
What luck! She bumped into him right at the entrance. His wife was with him. She was pretty and graceful. But definitely less pretty than herself. He cordially met her and without a face of awkwardness, introduced both of them to each other. She waited for his wife to go away and then after some “hi-hello-what’s happening”, she could not resist asking:
She: So? Has she been able to fill the void left by me?
She: So? You mean, you don’t love her? Continue reading “When He Met His Ex”
Ramlal was a vendor of seasonal fruits. The items kept changing every season but his favourite selling items were mangoes. It was the most profitable item and he was an expert in gauging the quality. Everyone wanted to learn from him but he would keep the secret buried in his chest. He had learnt the art from his father and he would only teach it to his son. Mango season was his favourite also because it’s the most luring fruit and it was costly.
Ramlal had a neighbour, Prayas, who would come to his laari (cart) every day in the market and spend at least five to ten minutes checking and smelling the mangoes. Then he would ask for the price of the mangoes. “100 rupees for 500 gm mangoes.” Prayas, without the slightest disappointment on his face, would smile and leave. This would happen every two or three days. This thing had started to annoy Ramlal.
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“This man is a gem of a person. Imagine, he’s fifty and look at how he runs every day, greets everyone with his charm and throws his generous smile for everyone who can catch.”
“Ya. He’s nice. But do you know he’s a divorcee?”
It was not false. He was actually a divorcee but people made it sound as if that meant vampire. He had gotten himself into a fixed routine in order to avoid facing all the null and the void. He would begin his morning with a long walk at a park nearby. He was known for his greetings. He would greet everyone good morning- old, young, kids, aunties, their husbands, everyone. Small talk was no material to him. Why give yourself false hope? He would rather send across a tax-free smile. And it would work wonders for everyone.
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He had known her since childhood. Their homes were quite near to each other since years. Now, they worked at the same place. He was 27. She was 26. Both of them were among the most good looking singles in their community. Now it had been months since she was trying to express her feelings to him since so many months. But he’d never ever pay attention.
As children, they had been very good friends. They would go to school together. Their school was a thirty-minute walk from home. As he was a neighbour and a year older, her parents had assigned him the responsibility of accompanying her. While returning back from school, she would wait at the school gate for him while he played with his friends. At times, even for an hour. By that time, she would pluck some flowers from the garden, pick up some stones from the road and make a small rangoli. It was a great pass time and she’d forget all the anger for him in her heart. When he’d be back, he would look at the piece of art and appreciate her with a smile. They would walk together to come home. It was a long route and they would talk all the way. There was so much to talk about!
As they grew up, an awkward distance grew. They had a strong sense of affection for each other but there was no scope for words in their society. Girls and boys grew up to be partitioned by a moral sense. But she never quit. She secretly nurtured her love for him. When they began working at the same place, she soon began giving hints. He would act like he had no idea what she meant. His childlike innocence was at times very attractive and extremely irritating at the other times. Even now, after so many years, he was making her wait.
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Two neatly dressed but visibly nervous people sitting in a cafe. The guy is firing one question after another and the girl is trying to be calm and answer one at a time like,
“Oh. To be honest, I am a sleeping beauty and I love sleeping. Actually, I work out once in a while when I think I am growing fat. Otherwise, I like to sleep. I love sleeping.”
Guy: “What kind of movies do you like?”
Girl: “Actually, I love sleeping more than movies..”
Guy: “Have you ever been in a relationship?”
Girl: “Umm.. to be honest..yes.”
Guy: “Oh. May I know why did you guys break up?”
Girl: “As I had said before, I like honesty. And I found out that he was cheating on me. So I broke up with him.”
Guy: “Do you have an Aadhar card.”
Girl: “No, I don’t have an Aadhar card.”
Guy: “May I know why?”
Girl: “No, no. I have no problem with the concept of Aadhar. I don’t even know what is all the fuss about. Banana baki hai. I am planning next week.”
Guy: “Achha..And do you have Jio?”
Girl: “Yes, I have a Jio number but not the dongle.”
Guy: “May I know why?”
Girl: “As I had said, I don’t need the internet as much while I am travelling. And I love sleeping..so..”
To be continued…
Few months of late night Q&A sessions and One Year Later, selfie on FB with the caption:
“No1 knows me more dan u. No1 loves me more dan u. Five Month Anniversary with d luv of mah lyf”
Away from the crowd of what seemed like some fifty very excited people, she found refuge in a dim corner of the room. Solitude can be edible she thought. She felt someone’s steps coming towards her and quickly turned, only to see his face.
He: Where have you been! I have been looking for you everywhere!
She: Nope, not everywhere. Otherwise, you would have found me.