It’s about love… [Take-70]

[Take Zero][Take SixtyNine]

The special meet -2

A straight talk can be so convoluted. All I needed to say was “I think I love you … What do you think…”? Instead, I was talking about office, movies, restaurants, cuisines, north-indian, south-indian and what not. It was all jokes and laughters. She looked so comfortable and happy talking about all the silly things that it was getting difficult for me to get serious. I so liked to see her happy. Why can’t this go on the way it is. Why do I have to break it? I was loosing control. Somewhere around the main course my phone rang and it was my mom. Mom still didn’t know a thing about Niks. We always talk after ten (post dinner), and share a lot of stuff… That’s almost everything. So I picked the phone laughing on something stupid I just uttered.

Me: Yes mom!

Mom: Hello! …[pause ...listening to my laughter]…what’s the joke?

Me: Ha ha ..nothin mom.. Whats up? [Signalled silence... It's Mom!]

Mom: (usual question) Where are you?

Me: (usual answer) Restaurant…dinner…[Still giggling]

Mom: (usual question)Who with?…  roomies?

Me: [Ooops! lump in the throat]… Naah I am with… mmm.. Niks…ita..Nikita! (where’s the grin and giggle)

Mom: Ok… Did you hear about ..blah ..blah.. is getting married …blah blah and in my office…and my meeting went well in… blah blah…who is Nikita?

Me: [Struck by lightening] Nikita… is…? [pause... We both looked at each other in silence and with an interrogative expression] … Nikita… who else could she be. Ha Ha.. She is… [voice kept getting low] aaaaa…an old …friend.

Mom: [Pause]… And?

Me: [Sheh! was she a spy ..007? She is never so inquisitive. Arghh... Nevermind...keep ticking!]… Ah! And …I don’t know…[A little loud and grave tone] May be she’d become your daughter-in-law someday... [Pause and laughters...]

And I wish I could explain Nikita’s did-he-say-that expression. Eyes wide open in wonder, breath on an indeterminate hold … hand holding the spoon in such a way that it was difficult to tell if she was putting something in mouth or taking something out of it?

Mom: [Laughs] Ok! Say Hi to her… and make sure she knows that I am dangerous.

Me: Sure mom...[Sigh of relief] ok talk to you later.

Mom: ok..bye!

Condition is out of danger now… but we’d need to keep a watch for next twenty-four hours. Ahhh! She caught breath, adjusted her expressions, eyes down looking at biryani… nose getting red and lips twitched a bit to prevent that smile. My mind went blank thinking to think about what to think next. I was all smiles as I silenced my cell and pushed it in jean pocket.

[To be continued...]