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me that much. Do I? And then it hits me. Its him !
“There is a note here. Don’t worry I didn’t read it. Here take these and happy smelling!”
She hands me the bouquet, gives me another one of her signature smiles and walks away to continue harassing someone else.
I open the note and it says:
“Ms. Sharma. I don’t know how else to apologize for yesterday. I am hoping these flowers will do so in some measure if not entirely. I really am very, very sorry. Please call me. I do want to hear your voice and I do want to make it right for you, us. Just tell me how and I will do your bidding.
In bated anticipation, AD.”
“Do my bidding?” Who writes like that? Which Shakespeare play did he swipe this from, I wonder? But even I have to admit it is kind of novel and kind of sweet. Reluctantly, I smile and bend down to smell the flowers. They smell as sweet as his apology. There, I said it. I can do Shakespeare too. But then I hark back to yesterday and I cannot forget the moment or what it made me feel. Anger incinerates happy. I want him to squirm some more. The flowers have helped his cause but not entirely. I take the flowers to my desk and for a moment just admire them. I take his note and read it again and again. Yes, I am quite a sucker for romance and all the make-up stuff that makes romance delicious. I am starting to feel better, even gooey inside and cannot decide whether this is a good or bad thing. What I do know is that he is forgiven. Just like that.
Chapter Twelve
It is my favorite time of the day. I am sipping some lukewarm Darjeeling green tea and watching TV rather mindlessly. In other words I am idling or in Dipta’s words rejuvenating. Dipta and Jaya are on a date. They need to catch up with each other after all the crazy traveling they have been doing. So they are in CP, heart of Delhi’s business district, eating and drinking at their favorite hole in the wall. They planned to spend the night at Jaya’s parents’ home in the heart of CP. So I have the apartment to myself. Goody!
I am flipping channels when the phone rings. For a moment I think it is the TV. I lower the volume. It is my phone. I pick it up after its tenth ring. “Hello,” I say in my very bored voice. “Hi,” a voice replies. Its him! Shit! I should have expected this and yet I didn’t prepare myself well for the unplanned attack. Silly, silly.
“Ms. Sharma are you there?” I don’t respond.
He sighs audibly and then says, “I know you are and I know you are still angry with me. Sorry. I can keep saying it till you accept my apology. I have no problem with that.”
He pauses. “Did you get the flowers?”
I croak a feeble, “Yes.”
But do not add a “thank you” and he is aware I know that I don’t and says rather sarcastically, “Why, you are very welcome, Ms. Sharma.” Hmm! Whatever.
“Look, I want to see you again, if you’ll let me. I want to apologize in person, is what I am saying. Can I see you again, please?” A question and a request all rolled into one joint for me to smoke or not. The choice was mine. But I remain silent, giving him no clue to what I am feeling or thinking as he is speaking. My silence is not by design. I really don’t know what to say to him in the face of all this remorse he is expressing.
“God, you are really frustrating!” He finally admits as more silence greets him from my end.
“Ok, have it your way. I am leaving for Jaipur tomorrow morning for a meeting. I will be back Friday afternoon. Can I invite you to lunch near my office in CP then? Please say you will come.”
It is my chance to sigh audibly. “I’ll think about it.” I manage to spit out eventually. “Ok,” he says too quickly as if he is afraid that I will say no and right now he will take the maybe any which way and run to Jaipur with and back.
“Ok” he repeats. “I’ll call you Friday then to confirm?”
“Yes,” I confirm. I really need this one-sided conversation to end so I
“There is a note here. Don’t worry I didn’t read it. Here take these and happy smelling!”
She hands me the bouquet, gives me another one of her signature smiles and walks away to continue harassing someone else.
I open the note and it says:
“Ms. Sharma. I don’t know how else to apologize for yesterday. I am hoping these flowers will do so in some measure if not entirely. I really am very, very sorry. Please call me. I do want to hear your voice and I do want to make it right for you, us. Just tell me how and I will do your bidding.
In bated anticipation, AD.”
“Do my bidding?” Who writes like that? Which Shakespeare play did he swipe this from, I wonder? But even I have to admit it is kind of novel and kind of sweet. Reluctantly, I smile and bend down to smell the flowers. They smell as sweet as his apology. There, I said it. I can do Shakespeare too. But then I hark back to yesterday and I cannot forget the moment or what it made me feel. Anger incinerates happy. I want him to squirm some more. The flowers have helped his cause but not entirely. I take the flowers to my desk and for a moment just admire them. I take his note and read it again and again. Yes, I am quite a sucker for romance and all the make-up stuff that makes romance delicious. I am starting to feel better, even gooey inside and cannot decide whether this is a good or bad thing. What I do know is that he is forgiven. Just like that.
Chapter Twelve
It is my favorite time of the day. I am sipping some lukewarm Darjeeling green tea and watching TV rather mindlessly. In other words I am idling or in Dipta’s words rejuvenating. Dipta and Jaya are on a date. They need to catch up with each other after all the crazy traveling they have been doing. So they are in CP, heart of Delhi’s business district, eating and drinking at their favorite hole in the wall. They planned to spend the night at Jaya’s parents’ home in the heart of CP. So I have the apartment to myself. Goody!
I am flipping channels when the phone rings. For a moment I think it is the TV. I lower the volume. It is my phone. I pick it up after its tenth ring. “Hello,” I say in my very bored voice. “Hi,” a voice replies. Its him! Shit! I should have expected this and yet I didn’t prepare myself well for the unplanned attack. Silly, silly.
“Ms. Sharma are you there?” I don’t respond.
He sighs audibly and then says, “I know you are and I know you are still angry with me. Sorry. I can keep saying it till you accept my apology. I have no problem with that.”
He pauses. “Did you get the flowers?”
I croak a feeble, “Yes.”
But do not add a “thank you” and he is aware I know that I don’t and says rather sarcastically, “Why, you are very welcome, Ms. Sharma.” Hmm! Whatever.
“Look, I want to see you again, if you’ll let me. I want to apologize in person, is what I am saying. Can I see you again, please?” A question and a request all rolled into one joint for me to smoke or not. The choice was mine. But I remain silent, giving him no clue to what I am feeling or thinking as he is speaking. My silence is not by design. I really don’t know what to say to him in the face of all this remorse he is expressing.
“God, you are really frustrating!” He finally admits as more silence greets him from my end.
“Ok, have it your way. I am leaving for Jaipur tomorrow morning for a meeting. I will be back Friday afternoon. Can I invite you to lunch near my office in CP then? Please say you will come.”
It is my chance to sigh audibly. “I’ll think about it.” I manage to spit out eventually. “Ok,” he says too quickly as if he is afraid that I will say no and right now he will take the maybe any which way and run to Jaipur with and back.
“Ok” he repeats. “I’ll call you Friday then to confirm?”
“Yes,” I confirm. I really need this one-sided conversation to end so I
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