As agreed we three met in the same place, Café Coffee Day at Forum
mall in Bangalore. Sidharth was before time! Neither I nor my author friend had
expected him to be on time, let alone before time. Like the last evening we
met, we settled ourselves in a corner from where our eyes would be restricted
from watching gorgeous girls. Cappuccino, Samoosa and sandwich were our picks
for the evening. I have seen girls wearing bikinis in beach and enjoying their
sunbath. But I still wonder why they wear ‘almost bikinis’ inside an air
conditioned shopping mall! My inner being warned me that I was neither there to
judge people’s dress code nor to comment on them. All I wanted was to hear from
Sidharth about his relationship with Rwitika and the ultimate interference of
the destiny that Sidharth mentioned before we bid goodbye when we sat there for
the last time!
Sidharth looked more relaxed than the other evening. He went on
explaining from where he stopped,
“I became attached to Rwitika in a fraction of a second. As days went
along as I mentioned the other evening, our morning jogging became casual walks
and soon it became casual- chat walks and that too hand in hand or sometimes
hands wrapping the waist of the other. Initially I found difficult to adjust
with her childish behavior. But my inner mind always chanted me that I should
make her mine. Each seconds spent with her taught me new lessons. It took us only a week to go for our first
date. Coincidentally our first date happened in this same Forum mall and we
kissed for the first time in the PVR multiplex while watching a movie that I
understood nothing though it was a movie even a kindergarten kid would have
easily digested! We were making frantic
love inside the theatre. I had to watch out if some guys were interested in
making a short film out of our public lovemaking stunt. When she got aroused
she started moaning in pleasure and it attracted a group of college students’ attention
and they gave us ‘WTF is going on here look’. It was just enough to shrink my
erection and Rwitika almost shouted that she wanted more, as if she was asking
for more popcorn. What she was actually asking was just porn and more porn. I
had to take her out of the theatre.
“Sidharth you donkey, how dare you neglect a girls’ plea to have a
wonderful make out?” She shouted. People on the third floor looked at afore
mentioned ‘donkey’ as if I had rejected something like country’s presidential
ship. Amidst of all the mess she was
creating I could sense that I was not hating her. My attachment towards Rwitika
only increased. All of a sudden everything looked funny for me. Somewhere
inside me I was enjoying the childishness, frankness, innocence, cuteness and
everything she possessed for that matter. She was a complete package and handling
her would be the funniest task in the world, I thought. Though her ‘donkey addressing’
in a public place pissed me off a bit, I had not shown any sign of it to her.
Had I shown, I am not sure; she would have minded! She was that careless. But I
still love that carelessness she possessed and displayed irrespective of the
place, time and people. Sidharth concluded as he gazed at the infinity.
Sidharth told that he had to consult his psychiatrist on that very
evening at sharp 7.30pm. I told him that I would be leaving Bangalore on the
next day. Suddenly nervousness which we earlier thought had gone forever came
back on his face and he said sorry and looked really helpless. He was indeed
helpless. It would be far better for him consulting with his doctor than narrating
his sob story to us; we thought. Before leaving Sidharth whispered to me,
Kishore ‘I am sorry that I could not even complete telling you about my first
date with Rwitika. Get me your email id. I will surely mail you up the rest.
What all things happened in our first date after I literally dragged her out
from Forum mall, our first fight, our first patch up, wild lovemaking which
followed the first patch up and many other after such fights and finally when
Rwitika revealed that…”Sidharth paused as he let the sentence incomplete and
his gaze fixed onto infinity again.
I gave my card to him and stood up. He hugged me and I could sense tears
wetting the back of my left shoulder. I hugged him back while fighting back my
tears. Those were the tears of trust, I understood. But when Sidharth was out I
had to excuse my author friend and rush to the restroom. I let the tears pour
in while splashing the water against my eyes. I wanted not even a stranger to
spot me crying.
When we were about to leave, my author friend’s parting words were these,
“ Kishore the guy who has come up with the slogan, ‘a lot can happen over
coffee would have never dreamt in his wildest of dreams that, these much of
things would ever happen over coffee”. Hearing him, I felt a drop of tears set to
roll over my cheeks. Management is management; be it the spontaneous movement
of my fingers that wiped it off.
Thanks for your time and patience
Waiting for updates from Kishore...
Sharath Muthirakkal
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