“hey m nt coming 2 colg today...gtg sumwer...vl tell u later”.. i texted rowen and Vicky
Ofcuz they would be in a state of dilemma as usual, as to where i go and what work i get which i tell them “i will explain everything in details” and never bother to explain them
but i was helpless...whether its bout sadhana or the call tracing and spokentwitter project, nothing was going fine...but i wasn’t loosing “interest” in either..
and te former matter was getting too complicated because of the entry of that mysterious beauty and deteriorating family relations
i reached half an hour late..she was waiting at our same old lakeside restaurant, same table (the one facing towards the lake obviously) same chair(because from there she could get a better view of that spot where ducks were often seen)
and i, well i had to sit in the opposite direction (ofcourse i wudnt mind...because who wants to see the “beauty” of lake when beautiful girl is in the opposite direction, and clearly her beauty was exemplary compared to that smudged lake and hideous ducklings)
i looked at her...calm and composed, looking at the clam water in that lake...but infact it was opposite...even the sea water is more calm as compared to her nature...or did she changed...i was meeting her after almost two months...and these days people change so fast that this possibility
cannot be discarded..
she saw me and sent a flying kiss towards me...hell no! She would never change..even the whole world changes she would remain the same...the same careless- free bird..
“haircut ha, yuk...i dnt like it...trimmed it so short ya..” she screamed at me..
“mom told me to cut it very short ya...and long hairs were looking messy it seems”..i replied
“i don’t understand what problem moms have about their sons sporting long hairs” she
“the same kind of problem what dads have about their daughters wearing mini skirt” i said
“c’mon ma dad is very cool, very free and supportive na”...innocent statement
“yaa i know ....”very good” ... sarcastic statement , dragged last two words to give extra sarcasm...god y i did that..she would surely get it..after all she is ms. Sarcasm queen..
And as expected she got my sarcasm rite
“y u always talk about my dad that way, that dubai tender spat is shyam uncles fault, not ma dads...and im adamant about it” she said angrily...
“c’mon i hav every rite to hate my gf’s dad...its normal”..I tried to neutralise though i knew storm had already began...
“no its abnormal, and i don’t want it to be this way, m not like u ..i care about my mom-dad a lot“..she replied
“hey hey...wait a sec...what u mean by m not like u”...by that tym i had lost it
This discussion (along with some other arguable topics) went on for around half an hour, meantime we (or rather i would say she) ordered and ate also about which i seriously cant remember a thing..
And as you all might have noticed the normal “hi baby”, “hey sweetheart” and other such “couply” words were long lost, and were replaced by abnormal “hey” and “hi”...
Its like those lovely words had already broken up and moved on with their life and now they were replaced by single words like “liar” “careless”
That was the sign how it was all deteriorating along with time....
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