An indiscreetness

H : aah, finally the Friday ends
(he tumbles into the bed noisily and trundles towards her.)
W : so?
(the questioning is sharper and more playful through her eyes
than her utterance.)
H : so nothing
(he dodges cleverly)
W : hhuhuumm
H : nothing but I have to be with my wife for two
long days

(he sighs loudly)
W : no problem, Sir, You can go and work tomorrow also;

nobody expects You to be romancing around here
H : but I am afraid that I miss my appointment with my lover
W : oohho

H : aren't You eager to know how is She?

W : No

H : but still I will tell You

(he starts to describe her exaggeratedly)

H : She is so pretty,very fond of me; unlike my wife,
She doesn't boss me around; She listens to my words.
W : then marry her, divorce your wife
(she plays it along)
H : There is a little problem in doing that
W : what is that?
(she sounds slightly being tired of his plays)
H : Though my wife is high-and-mighty, tyrannical, she is wise;
She gives me good advice on my office works, in fact she is
cleverer than me.
(a grin just peeps through her lips)
W : what about your lover?
H : She is stupider than me
W : enough, enough, I am flattered
H : what is this? I am telling the facts; this is the problem
with women, they don't always accept the truth, but only
when they like it
W : shut up
(She smiles at him, he makes a romantic face at her as an
acknowledgment)
H : tell me, what do you want?
W : nothing
H : don't lie, your eyes tries to say something to me
W : it may try to reveal the secret that you are naughty.
H : Is it? naughty eyes; or maybe they try to think what did
this ugly creature do to attract such a lovely girl
W : no, I have ordered them not to think of it
H : why?
W : for they can't understand it
H : I am defeated pitifully; okay, plans for the weekend?
W : I have lots of work; I have to wash clothes, clean the house.
H : no problem, as usual I will help You in those, what else?
W : You have to be with me for the two complete days.
H : You will say all these now, but then You will whine that
I bore You
W : yes, You are boring but I like it
H : shouldn't I be aware of such paradoxical statement?
W : no, it is a broken symmetry which brings the
existence of love
H : excellent, Mam, You have mastered the art of
winning over me
(She smiles again, so does he)
(barely a minute has past away in silence)
W : I need a baby
(the words cautiously and gingerly walks out of her mouth)
(he doesn't respond for a while)
H : shall we go out for a movie tomorrow?
W : Did You hear me?
(her fingers caress his forehand)
H : yes
(though the sound is phonetically simple, he struggles on it)
W : can't you understand me?
H : I have told You before, right? let us not talk about it now.
W : Listen to me, Dear; it has been two and half years since we
married, we should plan for a baby now.
H : no, not now
W : why?, I don't understand it
H : because I am not ready for it
W : what is that You are not ready?

(his lips too aren't ready to move now)

W : we will do it once divinely

(he breathes out his No heavily)

W : what do You say?

(her words try to be persuasive but fails)

H : Is that enough?

(he questions with a sharp tone)
W : what do You mean?
H : Is my single active sperm a big license to bring
a beautiful Being to this vicious world?
W : I dont get You
H : let me be clear, forget about the population growth,

poverty,war, climate change, etc; can we guarantee a

minimum safety for that little Being?

W : why not?
H : how?

W : what is this How? we can protect That

H : You carry That only for ten months and I don't do

that too

W : come on, don't drift
H : no I don't, do You know how many times I missed my

parents? sometimes I would be sitting right next to them,

but still miss them. Once I cried lying on my mother's lap

that She,a Being who spent most of her life for me, couldn't read.
(he pauses to cloak his emotions under a generality)
Here everyone is destined to be alone; when we were
children, our mind safely curled up under the flimsy
covers of innocence; but as we grew, it slowly and proudly
started to expose itself peeling those thin layers of whiteness
with the knife of knowledge, before completely and defencelessly
stripping naked to the heat of truths.
W : You are unnecessarily complicating your thoughts and
worrying about the inevitability. Maybe the circumstances
have forced You to be more emotional.
H : Is it? when we are in sex, when my thought kisses the
memories of our affection, all I wish is that I have to love You
and only You, forever; but then the very next day, why should
I get drawn in by a girl somewhere in a market or park who is
completely stranger to me. Why is that always we have to dig
the darker side of us equally as the brighter side of us?
why does some part of me always smirk at my benevolence?
why is that always the inhumane 'I' sniffs the 'for me'
selfishly? If You blame these are instinctive and
circumstantial, then all these hellish things are the
inherent forms of this world where a pure beautiful
Being is brought in mindlessly.
W : what do You want me to do now?
(She sounds very tired and despondent)
H : can we wholeheartedly say on our conscience
that we are good humans?
W : May be not, but we always want to be good Beings, right?;
see, it is not that what exactly things are matters, but how do You
believe them to be matters.
(a glimmer of hope reeks in her words)
H : may be yes, but everyday I die with my duality;
Here everybody wants to be good but they can't
protect their own good thoughts, not even for the
time it takes for them to think that the same
has to be materialised. As a human being, the
so-called civilised, highly intellectual being, if we
can't give a bare minimum safety to our thoughts,
how could I guarantee protection for my little lovely
baby?
(She remains silent.)
H : I understand You; though I exercise my mind
with these thoughts, I too long to carry that little
creature,indelibly stained with your blood, in my hands,
and kiss that little fingers; I do want to tell That all the
stories of the world though That doesn't understand it.
W : come on, Dear, let us be more practical on this matter
H : again the same compulsion to be practical for existence
kills the very nature of human mind.
W : whatelse can we do but to submit to it?
H : we understand it,right? that we are caught in the
cobweb of nature, then why do we be indiscreet and bring in
a new life to this world to end up in the same?
(She sighes)
W : I am tired
(her sad voice dies out )
H : don't worry, You will win finally as always;

the inevitability will dawn on me eventually and

the sagacity will fall against the run of play.
(his mind gropes for peace in the wilderness of the failure)

Reaching out

One more conversation between two people, obviously He and She
He : Hai
She : Hello
(with a customary smile)
He : You are Pooja, right?
She : Yes
He : how is your work?
She : fine
He : You speak Tamil?
She : Yes
(with a tinge of annoyance)
He : I had guessed it.
(much like a string of random words out of an unquiet mind)
She : ohh
(an unwilling acknowledgement)
(a little gap,may be two or three seconds,yet it begs to get

broken)
He : will You talk with me for few minutes?
(The moment he said the last word, the Elevator had come to

the ground floor.)

She : what do You want?
(bit quizzically stepping out of the elevator)
He : I want to talk to You
She : about
He : me
She : I don't understand
He : You will, spare me few of your minutes.
(She feels she should have rejected it with a polite No,but

gives him a kind smile.)

He : You walk this way to Your PG, right?
She : Yes
(They slowly start to walk onto a cobbled platform beautified
with lights reflecting on the clouds of puddles.)
He : Have You seen me before on the floor?
She : maybe once or twice, but haven't really noticed You
He : actually I am not that familiar
She : ohh
He : but I have seen You many times....willingly
(She feels uneasy smelling the odour of his subject.)
He : The first few times I saw You, I hardly acknowledged You

though you were good looking
(She cuts in)
She : excuse me, I think I have to go fast.
He : I am sorry, I didn't want to trouble You, just wanted to

share what I felt

She : I don't know, maybe you are disturbing me
He : no, I just came to tell you that I was so misfortunate to

get disturbed

(She looks puzzled though hesitant to give attention)
He : I am attracted that You speak Tamil
She : why?

(showing a bit of interest)
He : because I thought you were a North Indian
She : I am, but my father is a Tamilian
He : ohh, nevertheless You speak like a native speaker
She : we do speak in Tamil at home; I am always comfortable

speaking it
He : of course, One would be comfortable in a language one

speaks at home

She : yes
He : even I would always prefer to talk in my mother tongue but

not now
She : why?
He : because I fear I might blabber
She : about?
He : about many things,about me,about my likings and dislikes,

about You too

She : You like me?
He : what do You mean?
She : I don't know,what would I think if an unknown person comes

up and talks like this?
He : yes, maybe I like You, would that make You uncomfortable utterly?
She : not exactly, as long as it doesn't get into my personal domain
He : so You are going to be critical in finding out my intention
She : may not be critical, but yes more careful
He : good, an year and half ago, I saw a girl and felt she was

attractive, so I intently tried to reach out to her but she turned

me down
(She doesn't reply, not that he expects any)
He : I only asked her how She was, from next time onwards she

tried to avoid my presence;
(He laughs wryly)
She : Girls always find a sense of insecurity with unknown people
He : do you feel it now?

(She stops walking, so does he)
She : Yes, I do
He : then leave, I am not compelling You to talk to me
(She looks at his face, finds him genuine;her mind warns her to

leave, but she doesn't move away)
She : perhaps, You can be more clear in what You want
He : sorry, I don't get You
She : I mean if You like me, if You find me attractive, then
I don't think so I would be comfortable with You approaching me
He : but I am not approaching You, I am just trying to reach out
She : why?
He : to make myself more free mentally,so that next time when
I happen to see You I would give You a gentle smile instead

trying to hide myself within me;
She : why is it so?
He :because I thought You were good looking, but I do see so

many good looking people around me; then the other day,

I heard You speaking in Tamil with someone else, that

unexpected sense of beauty brought me a thread of attraction,

just like a feather caressing a sore wound on the face accidentally
She : so?
He : nothing, one finds many things attractive in life; these night

lights are attractive, those fresh leaves with a drop of rain water at its

cusp are attractive;It is just that we have to understand it more naturally;
it is important that we are not impulsive in reaction
She : You are not clear
He : Yes, I am not, of course, these night lights seem different from

a girl; A beautiful girl attracts many men like me;one has to get rid of

it quickly, after all this is just a fabric of attraction;how could he do it?

what is wrong in trying to talk to someone he likes?

he knows he does no harm to people intentionally;
She : but still the girl feels insecure
He : I agree, not every man is same, She runs a risk for men may
take undue advantage; but as a being of refined intelligence,
shouldn't one try not to upset the good people?
She : but the girl has her own world, she has preferences and dislikes,
You cannot simply jump into her personal space asking her to be

frank with everyone
He : Okay, I understand, so what is the solution?
She : what is the problem,firstly?
He : There is no problem, but there is a lonely question

She : what?

He : Everyman has expectations, desires, pains,things to achieve

and finally the hopes of better future, so he goes about pursuing it

in his life; All of a sudden, if a fine thread of distraction, not big like

a tempest, but like a slow cool breeze flows in his life of desert,

wouldn't he be tranquilized for that moment? In such disturbance,

is it wrong that he longs for people's understanding?

She : how should they understand him?

He : Like how You do now giving me a small space to open up;
maybe a simple exchange of true words would help;You might

not like the person or You might already be in a relationship with

someone, it doesn't matter to share your patience for few minutes;

after all he just wants to share his thoughts;it might let the

transience of the attraction dawn on him.

These night lights attract me, I wink at them playfully;

These water droplets at the cusp of the leaves excite me,

I touch them joyfully; A girl attracts me,

shouldn't I atleast talk to her?

(a gap replete of silence fills out)

He : do You find me little weird?
She : I don't know

He : You see, You are a good person, more than an attractive person

(she gives an empty smile)
He : ha, we have reached your PG, You can feel secure now,bye
She : bye

(with a tone expressing the disturbed mind.)

He : ohh sorry, I have forgotten

(She stops and turns back)
He : it was nice talking to You; thanks for your time
She : no problem
(She starts to walk slowly lost in thoughts..)

Don't be a deaf to your reminders

It was few minutes past 2'o clock in the atfernoon;I was
walking to the eatery where I used to have my lunch before
turning up for the office; I was stopped by my instinct to
cross the road to reach the eatery right opposite on the
other side. After ensuring no vehicles were in haste,I was
about to step my foot but stung by a bug which aged very
old on the earth. Aging 50 plus, a man started to walk (move)
on his bare hands on the tar road as his legs were
dysfunctional, not even having his wife accompanying him,
as she had crossed the road in a flash before he started.
I stood there for few seconds letting the man to take the
lead and then gingerly followed his inching movement.
After few uncomfortable strides, even I deserted him for it
was too difficult to walk that slowly to follow his movement.
Her wife kept urging him to come faster as anytime the signal
at a few metres distance would be shown green and vehicles
would start to race again; Finally, after two halts of few
seconds each, he reached the other side of road.

Trying to digest that moment I walked straight to the hotel
and bought the meal bill at the till; Before I took my handful
to the mouth, I heared a dry voice with a haunting effect;
I didnt raise my head,I knew who they were and what they
asked for, nor did I taste my handful; I kept doodling
on my plate killing the seconds and my moral sense too.
After a minute or two,I raised my head to see whether they
were around or not,thankfully they were not near,but
distantly they were walking in two legs -
the wife was carrying the man on her back.

Having experienced the situation and keeping the
common sense intact, I wonder how better one could have
tackled the situation? I do not want to accept the option of
shrugging off the emotion that leaks inside one because I
wasn't the only one looking at them, it was nearly all who
were drawn by them (common sense);
I am affordable but not comfortable of giving them little
money. Hence by any means, as a common man,I couldn't
have provided any solution to their problem because I am
not a plank of the society to try to destabilise and rebuild it
again;I am just a small stone sticking to its outer wall, so if
I shake and fall apart I will only break but the wall
will stand erect asusual.

Moreover,boiling down to the possible solution depends
on what role one does take in the public,
it is great to be a father punishing the bad and praising the
good without stooping to the emotions,
it is relatively easy to be a mother sweeping everyone under
a single blanket though remaining ignorant of the mistakes,
it is very difficult to be a sincere learning student,
where it is very easy to be an unruly child giving the hope
to the parents that one day the change would dawn upon them.
But it is very unfair to be a beautiful toy which is indifferent.

There are many means of climbing up the ladder, but the most
important factor is money, how does one handle the money will
place them correspondingly in the society.
Can one count the reason for one's spending of every penny?
Can one have a principle of his own, be it fitting to any scale but
one if strictly followed will yield the result? if yes,then that will
discipline them. I believe good people dont need a teacher to tell
them what to do, they know it already,they just need a reminder
not even a loud alarm but a haunting melody,
given that the ears are open.
I have a principle and my ears are open, so I try to read this as a
reminder to follow mine for I fear I will go deaf forever.

Is it?

It is a saturday morning; the outer atmosphere is still fresh
and chill as the sun shies to cast its complete shine like a bride
shying to slide off her veil to the groom. Inside the house,all
the rooms are still lifelessly except the bedroom which lazily
breathes back to life. The clock has just ticked past 10'o clock.

He : hmmmm
(He heavily breathes out making the room's air still heavy.
He just awakes to the fact that he is awake,turns to his right;
she is still sleeping)

His biological clock : Hi, it is me who woke you up.
( He lazily walks to the toilet to piss. Though the morning's
first piss titillates his mind, his body strongly feels the pain
of a long inched-away week's work. He tumbles back onto
bed and burrows down beneath the blanket.)

Another biological clock (reminds) : Hey Mister, You havent
romanced Your wife for a week now.
(This one really excites his mind and energizes his body.
Now he longingly sees his wife. She is still sleeping; he
whines to himself that her clock is too slow.)
He(talks to himself) : shall I wake her up now? no, she is
asleep; so what? even my feelings are asleep. Isnt it my
duty to wake them up? hehe
(he grins mischieviously like a villain does it to herione in
any commercial movie.)
Fanned the flame of desire,he now tries to think up an idea
to accomplish his sudden whim.
Before he pecks on her cheek,her jaw moves like a dragged
rhythm.
She(with her eyes closed) : why did You get up this early?
He(his mind stutters to hit on a reason and
he bumbles) : bb-reak-ffast
She : huhumm, no breakfast today,straight to lunch.
He : ok, I dont want breakfast.
She : then sleep
He : no
She : whatelse
He : nothing
She : this is ugly, dont entertain any stupid thoughts now.
He : but the stupid thoughts are lovely,arent they?
(He rolls his body closer to hers)
She : huhumm
He : These weekends are pleasurable,that too we lying
awake on the bed late morning.
She : lie, i am sleeping
(she smiles playfully with eyes still closed.)
He : no,I dont lie.
She : offcourse, You are lying (she pauses for an effect)
on the bed.
He : huhumm
(She now opens her eyes and flutters the eyelids looking
at him.)
She : good morning,Sir
He : you look fresh even now.
She : Do I? what might be the reason? maybe You want
something from me.
He : nothing
She : so you dont want me?
He : shut up, I wonder how I was all those years before
meeting You; I couldnt think how I was happy,sad,joyous,...
like how I am now,though You were not there; but now
I dont think I can live without You.
She : too much of compliments are not good for my health.
He : You know, there are hours I dont think of You
completely involved in my work; there are minutes that
disturbs me reminding the fact that I miss You; then
there are seconds,though I try to dismiss them, that denudes
the reality that we are different and I am going to miss You
ever one day. Finally this moment where we are together
deceivingly threatens me, giving the glimmer of its transience.
(He burrows his head onto her umbilical region.)
He (few seconds later) : I am being boiled in a couldron of
all these emotions.
(She lifts her front part of the body to see his eyes visibly
with false emotion in her eyes.)
He : what are You looking at?
She : I just checked whether you were crying. Pitifully You
werent,no, your emotions are not enough.
She(annoyingly playful) : I was eager to see a man crying unmanly.
He : huhumm, dont You feel my love?
She : no
He : why?
She : How will I if You repeat the same lines I have said
the other day. that was awesome, I emoted perfectly with
tears. You literally copied my lines,culprit.
He (manages) : okay,okay, what to do? I dont read romantic
novels like You. But my love is true,my dear.
She(naughtily) : Is it?

A reminder

Here is yet again a conversation,the easiest of all in writings,
narrating an exchange of thoughts between two personifications.

T : what is this,boy? You are not writing anything nowadays.
M : (wears a wistful face)
T : what happened?
M : nothing. It is just that I don't write nowadays.
T : why?
M : why is this nosy why?
T : shouldn't I ask this to You?
M : no
T : why shouldn't I?
M : don't know.
T : You seem depressed a bit.
M : I am frustrated too.
T : interesting, then You do have many things to write.
Don't You?
M : Yes
T : so, why don't You write?
M : why should I?, Sir
T : (laughs mischievously)
M : don't laugh. Even if You laugh I shall not write any.
T : don't talk stupid.
M : You tell me this. Are I a true writer?
T : Aren't You?
M : seriously I don't know?
T : how could I help You?
M : You are nice,but You cannot help me.
T : huhumm
M : tell me what is the basic fabric of any writing?
T : Were it cleverness, the writing wouldn't get its simplicity;
Were it magic, only magician could do;
Were it an innate talent,one's writing wouldn't evolve.
I am tired of trying to be too smart here. Let me be honest,
it is honesty.
M : a thread that I don't have to weave my flowers.
T : why is it so?
M : Because pendulum swings to the extremes.
T : what?
M : my thoughts swing wildly between the good and the bad.
T : so
M : so one excites me to write and the other one warns me
not to write. i cant keep drawing one side of a face.
The picture goes meaningless.
T : so where is the way out?
M : there isn't one, I guess.
T : nevertheless You have to express, my boy
M : but the expression goes distorted,my Master.
T : do You know the secret of art? The art breathes its life
only when You try to be honest but not when You are honest.
M : I don't understand your clever language.
T : because You have limitation.
M : maybe your sophisticated thought is too clever to
my bounds of intelligence.
T : sorry,You stupid, I didn't mean the limitation of your
understanding of things.I meant there was a boundary,
a horizon in all that gives the same a definite shape.
so the boundary of Your writing is your limitation.
In other words, though you keep drawing one side of the
face,though your picture goes ugly, there is a living of art.
Hadn't there been this limitation, You wouldn't have
started to draw itself.
M : Excellent, Sir. An excellent attempt of elucidation laced
with the sophisticated diplomacy.
T (with a wily smile) : You are too hard a nut to crack.
Aren't you?
M : but not as unyielding as You, The Eternal
T : why is that so?
M : You keep hitting my mind's door until it opens,
feeding it with caress, often letting it retrospect on your past
-the beautiful memories, brood over your present
-the fateful happening, and ever long for your future-the hope.
T : (looks II with love in the eyes.)
M : Yes, You keep loving me,nagging me and haunting me.
You come to meet me every single moment.
T : but remember, Dear, one day I shall not come to see You.
So do finish all your work before I lose You to my enemy, the destiny.

To my Dear

Hi,

I know I write this letter after a long time,nearly five months
after my last one. It is not that I dont want to write You one,
but it is the foresight of your rejection that held my emotion
back all these days. But this time I have to do it,not for
the sake of my pent up feelings but for the sake of
your own existence.

Only few things have transpired in this lapse of few months.
Firstly I have slowly learned to mature myself in the spate of
successive failures. Though everyday dusks with a sense of
loneliness and depression, a sense of courage and faith dawns
on me the next morning. Secondly I am running after the
following statement to understand what it reads,
'Furious activity is no substitute for understanding',
but often forget not to run furiously.

And then as always your thoughts scrabble for a hold in
my mind, the old memories haunt me like a deep crying
sound in the mid night. I try to overcome it in vain,
not knowing that it has become the base plank of my little
wooden house. The whole process is like a fish bone stuck
in the throat, neither I can swallow it nor I can spit it out.
What would a beautiful flower do if the only woman in
the world denied it? What would a little baby do if
her mother refused to kiss it? what would I do
if you didnt embrace me?

I feel like I am denied a drop of water when a potful futilely
leaks to the ground through its crack. It looks like a jumble
which I cannot play well. Altogether My life has become like
a game where I am not given authority to take decision but
only allowed to ride on fate. The word 'fate' seems to be
the father of God 'Proteus' trying many shapes to take
You away from me. But I keep your thoughts intact to
continue the flame of desire to kiss You,my lovely Muse.
Yes I am ready to swim against the tide all along the sea
to see You in your own island with a smile.

Yours honestly,
.......

A chewing gum

(This is the conversation between two jobless people in their office.
These two doesnt require much introduction as they present
everywhere in the world waiting to taste the earth's oldest apple , Love.)

SHE : Hai, how do you do?
HE : fine. How do You do?
SHE : yeah fine , but nothing great to relish.
(She drags him into the conversation , maybe intentionally.)
HE : why?
(more a casual why)
SHE : why a why?
HE : no nothing. just like that.
SHE : just like , what?
(He senses that she kind of pushing him into a sweet-talk.)
HE : see.. Men have many reasons to concern about in this
world, but for a woman this world is an absolute gift.
Forgive me Mam, if you are the only prestigious exception to
that.
(somehow he fabricates a reason out of thin air.)
SHE : why do you say that?
HE : because it is as obvious as a bright sun , you know.
There is always somebody to look after,to ponder about ,
to pamper a woman in their liferun.
And surely they have to be grateful to men for this, you know.
SHE : Uhhhumm.
(She laughs sarcastically.)
HE : do you have Boyfriend?
(The question is simple yet it does surprise her because of its sudden appearance.)
SHE : No
(The answer comes out as fast as a rocket striking the gates of
his heart. Then follows a beautiful smile of her with a
little smell of shyness.)
HE : you should be having One. Do you know how much a boy pampers
his girl?. Girls are lucky.
SHE : And Boys are?
HE : Wise people call them fools.
(A gentle laughter breaks out.)
SHE : You know one think, these all are total rubbish.Men have this
creeping thing in their mind that they are the pitiest souls
left in this earth. Kind of syndrome i guess?
HE : is it?
(with a sarcastic grin)
SHE : but this is one of the oldest topic to discuss.
HE : I think i should surrender to the most intelligent girl of the earth, shouldn't I?.
SHE : shut up.
(a little smile followed by a little pause.)
SHE : you know when I first saw you in the office I thought you
are a calm person, sort of more introvert.
HE : then.
SHE : But actually you are not. I guess you are neither complex to
understand nor simple to observe at first sight. I think i am
right at this, dont I?
HE : Dont know,Mam. As everybody says, I do have no idea
about what I am exactly. It might sound monotonous but
that is true I guess. Maybe somebodyelse can define me in
their own observation as you did.
SHE : But that is not all too wrong.
HE : ok tell me, what do you think about a boy wearing Peter England
shirt,Pepe Jeans and a pair of Reebok shoes, I mean on a first
sight.
SHE : Maybe more fashionable.
HE : What if he wears the same pieces soaked in dirty the next day.
(she is kind of getting it.)
HE : what if he wears them for months together. Do you think he is
more funky now?.
SHE : May be not. And yes you are not.
HE : Thanks. so your observation keeps changing everytime not
jumping into any conclusion.
SHE : Well. Good try sir, but the example you have taken is not more
convincing enough.
(She sheds a ridiculous smile.)
HE : Fine. your remarks are most welcomed.
SHE : Ok. Shall we go out and have coffee.
HE : Do you really want me to come?
(He drags little hard in the cat and mouse game,yet she plays it
safe.)
SHE : No. If you dont like. You can better stay right here at office.
HE : Yeah. Even I get a little feel for the hot coffee now.
(They move to the nearby coffee shop.)
(And now they are in the coffeeshop sitting in the adjacent chairs at
the corner table. coffee cups are left abandoned in the table after
the use.)
SHE : Do You have Girlfriend?
(Now the simple question doesnt surprise him as he is expecting it
anytime.)
HE : I havent become a fool yet. (after a little pause) Well why didnt
you ask this then.
SHE : when?
HE : When I asked you about the same.
SHE : have you expected me to ask this then?
(Well now Its her turn in the game.)
HE : Not exactly. I know girls always play safer.
SHE : I dont play anything safe because i am not into any such.
HE : Do you mean girls would readily get into something which is
of no concern to them?
SHE : Maybe not. Why should they if it is of no concern to them?
HE : doesnt that sound selfish?
SHE : you tell me why should we do that?
HE : see. we have all talked about your observation of me. but you
didnt let me talk about you. Doesnt it show that you are more
safe and secure in your part?
SHE : ok let me ask you this straight. What do you think of me?
HE : What do you think? in the sense.
SHE : what does come to your mind When somebody utters my name?
HE : you are a nice girl. your actions might seem witty but they are
not actually.
SHE : What else?
HE : you are sociable. Often good in arguing. What more?
SHE : Hey are these the only things you think about a girl.
HE : To be frank. you look beautiful.
(she smiles with an attempt to hide her shyness.)
HE : You look gorgeous.
(He moves bit closer to her now. She feels uncomfortable with his
sudden change of the tone.)
HE : that too your lips are sexy and all tempting.
(He has moved still closer to her now, a little forward push will
land his lips in hers. She is all nervous caught between her minds.
And right at the very moment she decides to get up, he breaks into
a healthy laughter. yes he pulls off a real big one by his deceiving act.
Maybe one of the oldest trick in the lover's book.)
HE : yeah. i got you in a real surprise.
SHE : you mad man. i was afraid, you know.
(he giggles)
HE : i tell you one thing. Girls are real naive. I could see your
face reacting in fear and anxiety. How could you believe a man
slipping into a different mood all of a sudden? What was your
next move?
SHE : Simple. I would have given you a nice slap. you missed it.
HE : bad luck.
SHE : no problem. do you want one now?
HE : Do you believe Men shift their moods all of a sudden falling to
an exquisite beauty?
SHE : Dont know Sir.
HE : Maybe they , but i dont.
SHE : you seem to be a nice guy.
(with a gentle smile in her face.)
HE : uhhhuumm no. just like that.
SHE : shall we move.
HE : Yes. By the way i forgot to tell you.
SHE : what?
HE : that you are beautiful.
(SHE again sheds the exquisite smile.)