SIP – 9(B)

“Hello madam! Am so sorry. Hello are you here?” said a voice that brought me back to my senses.
It was him. Without a moment of delay she jumped over him in anger. “Why did you come now?. You could have stayed at home na. See I have changed my clothes too.”
He admired the way she talked and complained like a kid. “Sorry Angel. I know it’s my fault. I’m sorry.”
“No. You belittle me. That’s why you didn’t turn up.”
He held her face in his palm “If I don’t value you, why should I come here even after the sun is shining brightly? I could have met you tomorrow right?”
That’s it. She fell for him again. Some magic happened.
“So what was it you didn’t even see me entering inside? You were busy on something else? Your own fantasy world?”
“Yes…come here..first let’s have a place to talk..”
“I will tell you a secret about me. You should not tell anyone.Promise?”
“Yeah! Promise. So the chamber of secrets is gonna open again. Let me see..”
“Ha Ha!! you go. I have a power of creating my own mind palace and live in it…”
She started narrating him each and every story she penned on her diary till that day’s story.
“So what happened when you proposed Sid. I mean, when nithi proposed?”
“No problem you can say it as me. mmm…Let me think. Just listen.”
She closed her eyes and continued the story.
After I proposed him he said “Nithi. I need time. I can’t tell you anything now. I have responsibilities. after she left, I haven’t thought anyone like that. Even with you, I couldn’t describe the feel.It’s not that I can’t see you in that way, but it is that I haven’t seen you in that way. Sorry!”
I thought that would be the moment I could finally talk with Sid. But he said “Till I give you any answer, will stay as my friend?”
“I will”
She opened her eyes. He understood that the current situation is the continuation for that story.
“Then what. They both were friends. And now he himself fell in love with her and thus proposed.”
“Awesome! such a creativity you have. Hats-off angel!. Can I ask you something?”
“Can I join you in your world of day dreaming? Can I be a character in your story?”
In a moment she replied positively.
The coffee was served to both and the sip was made.
Writing so she closed her diary….

Unknowingly she almost let some other person to enter between her and her one and only friend, the diary. There it started. Everything that is going to change her life. 


SIP -9 (A)

The winter has gone. Just in terms of season and not in any other way. It was the period where the scoop of ice-cream melts with the swipe of rays for five minutes. It was already fifteen past seven. The cafe didn’t get the touch of his feet yet. Even the first song in her favorite playlist didn’t seem to please her that day. She found herself funny for waiting for him with her suite on. She felt crazy actually for crossing over someone whom she know for just a couple of days. With the ticks of the clock, her disappointment went up and interest went down. She knows the reality light that life is a giant wheel and there are ups and downs. But still she couldn’t resist herself in this case for being or acting like a child. After waiting to bloom in the garden of love for forty minutes, she came back to her real role of the cafe girl. She was lost in thoughts wondering how he has changed her to forget her own fantasy world where she will enact any role, fit herself in any situation and scripting her own climax. She concluded that, that was her real place.
Meanwhile she noticed three people already sitting in her land. A girl and two guys. The girl with a casual pony and jumpsuit with a smile which seemed to hang on her lips anytime. The guy sitting next to her is a fatso and type of charming. The other on the opposite side was also handsome with a professional look. It was like the girl and the fatso has been dragged from their comforting bed without their will.
“Hey buddy! what do you think about me?” asked the professional guy.
“Have you met with any accident? Or you undergone any failure operation on your bloody head?” like a volcano he fumed. The female part was enjoying the conversation.
“Come on man. Say na. What do you think about me?”
“Daddy…seriously..he has gone mad. Arey sid what’s that?”
Obviously that fatso is not her daddy, maybe it is their way of addressing.
“Just answer my question.” sudden seriousness spreaded there. “Okay..if you ask me, I would say you are a burden to the mother Earth, boasting filthy guy with no bad habits except that you talk a lot. And…”
“Enough…you are developing a false report. Fine. How am I to other girls?”
“Truth or False?” asked the big guy with a mocking smile. After the panel member posed an angry look he said, “I have seen many girls talking to you but they may have some other thought in their mind but not you. Is this okay? you satisfied?” saying so he gave a hi-fi to the girl.
“So…you say I’m a decent and responsible guy right?”
With a serious note but kidding expression he said “Yes Mr.Sidharth. But why are you asking me like this in such morning?”.
“Well as you agreed with my character, do you have any issue in granting your daughter’s hand to me?”
Taken back. Even I was thrown back when I watched that scene. “What!!!!!!!!! You are in love with my baby? my nithi???”
“Ah…a small nithi..”
“Arey. when did all this happen?”
“It happens man. That’s love.”
Then Sid kneeled down,”Mr.Raki, will you accept me as your be-loved son-in-law?”
Raki also gave his hand as a symbol of agreeing to his proposal. “My dear sidharth, I accept you as my son-in-law and I’m sure you are the best bridegroom for my daughter”.
If I were nithi…it would be…it should be…
“I don’t know what to say sri. I couldn’t define what feel I have for Sidharth. I know he is our senior, but that is not making me to stay away from him or confine me within the boundary. The love and care I have for him…I don’t know sri.”
“ know that he is committed to another girl, right?”
This is the only point Sri has in opposing my love for Sid. Yes I know he is committed so what? is there any protocol that one should not love someone who has feeling for another. No. It is my life and it’s my rule.
“Yeah Sri. I know it. But it’s his past. He broke up with her long ago. And you also know about me right? My past? my love for someone which went in vain. My concern for someone who didn’t even value it. But this..this is something different. It lifts me up Sri. I feel like no one can look after Sid like me. Even that girl.”
“Baby…Try to understand. He should first overcome from that pain. Only then…”
“Only then he can love me. Is it?…What is this Sri..”
“Okay. Promise me one thing. If I allow you to propose him, you should not pester him about this. Leave the result to him. If he feels the same with you anytime, let him come to you, Fine?”
I paused for a minute.”In between no communication?” I asked with a hesitation.
“No. Nothing.”
“What if he continues to talk to me as before, like a friend?”
“Then there’s no problem. You can talk. But you should not initiate.”
The swish of the beach wind was clear that moment. We both maintained silence. I couldn’t give any other thought except that I want to tell him.
“Promise Sri. I agree to what you say.”
“What if you crossed the agreement?”
“I will never ever go back to him. Okay now?”
She smiled. “Okay dear. Don’t get harsh on me. I’m saying it for your sake. I can’t see my friend regretting for the rest of her life. Please understand.”
I agreed.

SIP -8

With love comes happiness and brightness in life and face of women proves true again with the cafe girl’s case. She thought of changing her personal diary’s name from “Dear Diary” to “Tiara”. As she could somehow sense that there after it won’t be her regular life with all fantasy and cooked up stories in her everyday. Finding it a perfect name, she combed her hair and brought all the golden streaks to a pony. From all other days, she found herself standing in front of that piece of truth teller for a long time twisting and turning to check herself for perfection in her makeover. Once all the checkboxes are done, she peeped out to make sure that he was not there. With a sigh she rolled over the window screens. It was her daily work to roll up the screens, but then she admired it the way the non-living material moving up with the strings dropping down. Unreasonable joy filled her heart. She wanted to greet everyone she found on the road. She wanted to push herself into the sky by thrushing the ground. She chose her favourite playlist without minding the people’s choice. And the player, obeying her commands started playing the song with ‘Un vizhigalil vizhundha naal mudhal…’
Hoping and jumping I reached the door to see the prince’s entry, we both dashed with each other with an “Ouch!”.
“Sorry…Sorry…Was that hard? Sorry angel..”
Rubbing my head slightly as if it was not painfull I said “Nah nah… okay”
“May I know why is that we always meet with a fall or hit?.. Madam did you make any jinx?”
But in my perspective it was not me who made jinx,it was him who made it on me. With a fairy smile, I mentioned him about his reason for the visit there.
“Oh yeah. Am ready. Are you?”. After scanning me from tip to toe he grabbed my hand saying “You seem ready to enter the fitness world. Good! Chalo..” I had to take that much effort to disclose the skip of my heart beat when his hand touched mine.
“Since it’s the first day, we can have a 20 minutes jog and 10 minutes walk. Gradually we can increase the speed and time. Is that okay for you miss?”
I gave my usual nod as yes. In the 20 minutes there was no sharing of words between us. Their jog and behaviour was like the soldiers in the training session. It was not because he maintained silence. It was me. I couldn’t give a chance for my mind to think about either who came along with me or what I was doing then. It was the nature which made my twin sister parts (heart and mind) to get locked to it. I wondered why have I missed these beauties of God and got myself caged in the cafe. Breaking the amusement, he said “Let’s do one thing. From tomorrow bring me an I-Pod or shuffle. Because it’s hard for me to keep my mouth shut.I usually bring it and keep humming when I come alone. Thinking that today I got someone to accompany me and it would not be a good approach to bring one and disrespect the other. So don’t forget. Okay.” This came out with a grin.
OMG! I forgot this angel beside me. “OOPS..Sorry yaar.  I dived into the biological ocean, watching the dance of trees and flowers. So am here. Lets talk.” saying so I waited for his reply. But there was none.
There was no conversation until the 20 minutes got over. At that 21st minute, “lets walk for 10 minutes check the time”.It was 7-21-01 and we would stop our fitness session by 7-30-00. By the time when we were walking I could see that I have never been to that pathway ever before. With some trust I followed him. Actually it was a shortcut to my cafe and I realised it only by 7-29-40. Exactly by 7-30-00 we reached our cafe.
After the ‘Breathe-in ; Breathe-out’ finally he spoke “Shall we talk for few minutes. If you like?”
“Come on yaar. We can. But where?”
“Here in your cafe. Won’t you let me in?”
We sat on the same table where we first had our conversation. From that table the entire scenario can be observed. But no one can note what is happening here.
“So Alice, what is that you enjoying the nature as if an alien entering into Earth for the first time?”
I liked him calling me like that. “Why do you call me like that. That’s not my name.”
“Yeah I know. But let it be. You can recognize that I’m talking to you na. Then it’s fine. Is that a problem for you?”
“So even I can do the same right?”. He shrugged as a positive reply. “Lemme go and order for 2 lemon teas. Just a minute.” But  I took the track first and said “This is my turn. I’ll order.”
After few minutes we were sitting there with the cups in our hand. “So what’s your interest?”
“Sorry. Interest? a what?”
“Arrghh..Why do you make it more formal? a big no to sorry, please and thanks..If you want to say any of these,say “I love you”.”
I was stunned with what he said now. “What?!!”
“Arey…chill. Just to make you not say any of these I told like that. Don’t panic.”
We both chuckled. “mmm… I love to spend time with books, music and to live in my own fantasy world.”
“Wow..that’s cool. so I have a writer with me uh…”
“When did I say I write. I just dream”
“That’s what all the writers do before getting their stuff into papers. You are just 1 step behind that role. All the best for your Best sellers try!”
“Ha ha.. thank you anyway. So that’s it. What do you do? Who is that sitting behind the white coat and steth?”
“Me? I just.. I just go around places and I cook”. I laughed. It was actually humiliating as he didn’t encourage it. “What? what’s wrong in it?”
I could feel that the next moment can become worse if I talk anything stupidly. So I was cautious in my words. “Nothing what’s the specialty in your cooking? Which style do you prefer?”
A silent smile was  there as soon as he heard the word ‘hatter’. “Hmmm… my special type is Chinese and continental. Are you a good eater?”.
“I just love eating. Anytype it can be. My plate will be clean. Try me with your dishes.”
“Sure Elsa. Very soon. Get ready for it!”
Our cups were empty. Still both of us were not in a mood to let others to sit in that place. I can tell from the song playing that it would be 46th song from my playlist.
“Indru netru naalai [Today Yesterday Tomorrow]
Endrum nee en dhevadhai [You are my angel forever]
kadhal seiyum maayai [It is love’s magic]
En vaanam engum poomazhai…” [That my sky showers me with flower]
Yes it is true… Love can do magic that our eyes neither ignore nor throw hatred. Maybe this is love at first sight. But I’m not a type of girl who believes in this category of love. Then I redirected all my upcoming questions to time saying, “Leave everything to time. It will find you an answer”.
Writing so she closed her diary…