Although that tweet did not go down well with her, she barely flinched. In last few years she was used to his link-ups. and she never seemed bothered at all. She knew he was too awesome to be hers alone. And she had lived with it.
The next day Newsrooms were full of praise for him. And yess there were those spoof reports (spoof?? she preferred it in that manner only). She subsided all the buzz about it and went to kitchen to prepare dinner.
He returned by evening that day. She greeted him as if nothing had happened with a hug and placed a kiss on his cheek. He went in got fresh. She was still busy doing the arrangements.
He was in study room when she called for dinner.
It was beautiful..!! not only the room or the ambiance but also the arrangements and food dished out on table, the wine at one end. He barely looked up And she walked in.
He was unmoved, he was flattered. He really was. By her serene beauty, and by seeing what the previous day meant to her. He was deeply touched.
He got himself seated. She served him the dinner and later joined him in. He was numb by now. He loved it when she cooked for him. He was muted by everything happening around and she had pursed her mouth knowingly. They both ate in silence. Then She poured wine for both of them.
And she rose to toast for his achievement. He smiled and raised his glass.
The drink broke the ice and he flourished in with memories and stories of last eve. and a few selective ones from past.
The dinner had gone nicely. She felt the warmth in him after quite a while.
They both tried to keep the check on everything but spirits had sprinkled its magic. They were being lured into each other. And soon they were entangled as one. They made Love that night. They both lay their for a while staring at nowhere.
She got up to get washed.
He lit a cigarette and was staring out the balcony.
She was drenched now, with emotions that had been concealed deep within. She broke down and let herself out, sobbing heavily.
He could feel the burn. The burn which was swiftly spreading like a wildfire. He felt gutted at the thoughts of being a cheat.
By now she was well aware of what must have happened last night after the award ceremony and on many such occasions in past, And he was in no doubt that she was trying to act as if she knew nothing. But she was sure about herself and her devotion towards him.
But what triggered them both was "WHY??"
She was wondering,
'Why am I lying to myself??' 'Why don't I get raged at, him being a cheat??' 'Why do I still hold on to him even though I know he will again sleep with someone and will come back to her with his chin up??' 'Why do I look out for answers then??"
At other end he was summoning himself in guilt,
'Why can't I face her?' 'Why does she never gets Angry on me??' 'Why don't she leave me when she knows it all??' 'At the end of the day Why do I go to her?? not anyone of my girlfriends??' 'Why does she make me look frail with so many questions to answer without even uttering a single word'
They Both knew it...!! with a puff of smoke and that falling droplet. . .
'coz she loved him . .'
'. . .and coz he loved her'
The next day Newsrooms were full of praise for him. And yess there were those spoof reports (spoof?? she preferred it in that manner only). She subsided all the buzz about it and went to kitchen to prepare dinner.
He returned by evening that day. She greeted him as if nothing had happened with a hug and placed a kiss on his cheek. He went in got fresh. She was still busy doing the arrangements.
He was in study room when she called for dinner.
It was beautiful..!! not only the room or the ambiance but also the arrangements and food dished out on table, the wine at one end. He barely looked up And she walked in.
He was unmoved, he was flattered. He really was. By her serene beauty, and by seeing what the previous day meant to her. He was deeply touched.
He got himself seated. She served him the dinner and later joined him in. He was numb by now. He loved it when she cooked for him. He was muted by everything happening around and she had pursed her mouth knowingly. They both ate in silence. Then She poured wine for both of them.
And she rose to toast for his achievement. He smiled and raised his glass.
The drink broke the ice and he flourished in with memories and stories of last eve. and a few selective ones from past.
The dinner had gone nicely. She felt the warmth in him after quite a while.
They both tried to keep the check on everything but spirits had sprinkled its magic. They were being lured into each other. And soon they were entangled as one. They made Love that night. They both lay their for a while staring at nowhere.
She got up to get washed.
He lit a cigarette and was staring out the balcony.
She was drenched now, with emotions that had been concealed deep within. She broke down and let herself out, sobbing heavily.
He could feel the burn. The burn which was swiftly spreading like a wildfire. He felt gutted at the thoughts of being a cheat.
By now she was well aware of what must have happened last night after the award ceremony and on many such occasions in past, And he was in no doubt that she was trying to act as if she knew nothing. But she was sure about herself and her devotion towards him.
But what triggered them both was "WHY??"
She was wondering,
'Why am I lying to myself??' 'Why don't I get raged at, him being a cheat??' 'Why do I still hold on to him even though I know he will again sleep with someone and will come back to her with his chin up??' 'Why do I look out for answers then??"
At other end he was summoning himself in guilt,
'Why can't I face her?' 'Why does she never gets Angry on me??' 'Why don't she leave me when she knows it all??' 'At the end of the day Why do I go to her?? not anyone of my girlfriends??' 'Why does she make me look frail with so many questions to answer without even uttering a single word'
They Both knew it...!! with a puff of smoke and that falling droplet. . .
'coz she loved him . .'
'. . .and coz he loved her'
~*~
-V. V. Talavanekar
