“Must we wait for our light to turn green completely? Why can’t you just cross when there are no cars around?”
“That’s just the way I do it. You can go ahead, just wait for me on the other side.”
Many street crossings passed. Neither one changed…well, one was forced to…
“Stop, don’t do that. Can’t you wait till we reach the other side to kiss me?”
“What’s the fun in that?”
On a park bench, when other organs have been well examined…
“Your nails are so dirty; do you actually eat food with such dirty nails?”
“To tell you the truth, this is the first time I have noticed them. I guess it explains my strong immunity na?”
There are good times and there are bad. There are some people with whom even the bad times far outclass the best of times with others.
“Your eyes…they are…”
“Very beautiful, like the ocean, mysterious, sexy….any other clichés you would like to unleash?”
“Arre bolne to de…your eyes…they are…”
“Tell me, now I’m really interested..”
“Really pretty, like the sea, inscrutable, sensual”
“Disguised clichés…what have I done to deserve this honor?”
Waiting at a train platform in the initial days is always easy…often the expectation and anxiety anesthetizes the annoyance of the other one’s tardiness. A few trains later…
“Hi, sorry I’m late! My bus was [something something]”
“You know I left four trains for you…”
“Oh! I am truly sorry.”
“I would have left more.”
“Wow, so sweet…(what an idiot!)”
No couple has ever been intimate until they have eaten together. On one such day…
“Why do you eat so much non-veg?”
“Why don’t you ever try it?”
All of these reach a fork in the road. Some take the beaten path. This one took the other…
“We are doing the right thing? What about how we feel?”
“We feel what we feel, all I know is that I can’t commit right now…”
“The more I think about this, the more I feel the pain. The more I feel the pain, the more I realize that those who don’t have the strength to commit should not go down this road at all.”
“That little aside is aimed at me, but strangely applies to both of us. Have a nice life.”
Five years later.
He always waits for the green light before crossing the road. His nails are squeaky clean. He eats non-veg just to hear her reprimands in his head. They sweep over him like the blend of a cool breeze and a tidal wave. No one could take away that magical time, ephemeral though it was. That’s how life is to be taken, in bite-sized pieces.
16 thoughts on “Love montage”
After examining other organs..
lol.. well written
you conveyed a lot in very few words. nice. very laconic.
as vivek mentioned : after examing other organs. 😀
@Vivek & Aditya K
men may forget small things like birthdays and appointments but big ones stay with them all their lives.
the converse for women holds……
I disagree with the second part of your statement…I don’t think women can be accused of forgetting important things…thanks for visiting
being a pure vegetarian myself, i would have prolly asked the same question 🙂
Very real and well written. 🙂
Fair enough I guess! Veggies and non-veggies: the twain shall meet and how! Thanks for visiting
fact? fiction? who can tell!
blog-rolling you, if thats ok.
be my guest!
Very much identifiable…!
very nicely written 🙂
thank u 4 blogrolling me…i think i shall do the same
great post! experienced??