‘I’m
getting married’
I wonder
what the expression on my face was.
“Are you
all right?”
“Yeah, all
is well”
“But your
face speaks something else. Give me that phone”
I handed my
phone to her. Perhaps the mobile screen was the only thing that was brightly lit
at that moment.
“Is my face
pale?”
“Well, my vocabulary
isn’t strong enough to explain the expression that you flashed just now.”
“I don’t
know”. I found myself laughing.
“You find
fun in everything, right Arun? You seem hurt reading that message.”
“There’s fun,
indeed. Someone is celebrating a candle light dinner with his love, and
suddenly his ex-lover notifies that she’s getting wed locked.”
“You miss
her?” her eyes were heavy when she asked this.
“Dear.
There has to be reason why someone transforms into the ‘ex’ status. But, yeah,
the feeling you get when you learn that your first love is getting married…to
someone else…is indeed…funny. Now give me that phone. The message is a spoiler,
not worth of staying in my inbox any longer.”
“Hmmm”
We walked
out the restaurant. It was dark, there was a breeze. Her eyes were still wet. I
held her hands. We paused.
“Anu…I have
a request”
“?”
“Don’t ever
order that pasta again…yukk”.
1 comment:
lol.. ;) pastas r yakk when it has too much of cheese ;)
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