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shook my head. “Love doesn't happen by your calculations, by studying a checklist- that we're compatible in our interests for fine arts, music and philosophy, so let's marry. No, dear. It’s a matter of the heart. I love you and want to marry you. That’s it. Period.”
But my protest fell on deaf ears. “I just dropped you a hint,” she said coolly. “I suspect Rags is interested in you too and she's prettier than me any day. Might not be a bad idea actually. Just think about it when you're alone. Now I’ve simply got to go.”
It wasn’t clear if the smile curving her lips was in jest or she was serious. She glanced at my watch and shrieked.
“My first lecture has already started!” She made another attempt to get out of the car, but I held her back tightly and took a deep breath. “Let me go, RK,” she protested. “Leave my hand, it hurts.”
“Not till I say my peace. Forget the lecture, it’s already started.”
“I’ll never come with you again,” she said annoyed. “This is supposed to be a crash course and each lecture is expensive. Besides that, I’ve got my final year exams to prepare for too. I don’t have the time for romance.” She turned to me grimly. “Anyway, spill what you have to say and let me go.”
I didn’t want a crowd to collect and spank me for trying to abduct a pretty girl, and released her hand. She looked away but didn’t leave the car. I cleared my throat, miserably aware I had to floor her with my next words somehow. It might be my last chance.
“Shalini, I don’t know if Ragini is prettier or not- but I love you, and honestly, don't care if you're not pretty.”
“Hey, wait a minute,” she turned around in her seat to object. “When did I say I'm not pretty?”
“You just said so.”
“I only said my sister's prettier.”
“I thought-”
“Oh, shut up, you're hopeless.”
“Of course, you're pretty too,” I said immediately, trying to repair the damage. What had I done? I realized I had aggravated her resistance towards me and felt sheepish, and to make up added clumsily, “Otherwise, why’d I chase you?”
“I said shut up and go to hell.” She got off the car and banged the door shut before I could make further amends.
I rested my hands on the steering wheel and put down my head to weep. It was dark outside and darker inside my mind. The darkness outside had neon lights and dazzling billboards for company, but the despair within me had no source of solace. She had already missed a part of her first lecture. Why couldn’t she have forgone the rest and stayed back to understand my feelings? I sobbed uncontrollably and after a while got up as a passerby touched my shoulder. I looked up desolately. It was Shalini!
“Don’t cry,” she said softly. “I’ve been watching you for a while and couldn’t enter the class- but can’t hang around long either. Be a man. Try to be strong.”
“But-”
She shook her head. “Don’t say the same things again. Be professional.”
I felt piqued. “Who told you to stay back and console me?” I said in an irritated tone. “Go to your lecture. How does it matter if I cry or feel sad?”
“It matters, RK,” she said with a slight tremor in her tone. “I can’t bear to see you cry.”
I looked up hopefully. But the tremor soon vanished from her voice. Had I imagined it?
“Don’t cry for me,” she said firmly. “Why are you so attached? It’ll only hurt you. Put marriage out of your mind and try to get your life back on track.” She glanced over her shoulder at the entrance to her training class. “Bye for now, RK, I’ve really got to go or I’ll miss the second tutorial too.”
I’d literally adopted the renounced order of life in a place of pilgrimage after she first rejected my proposal the first time. For a brief span of time I’d been quite serious about spirituality. But after a while, I assumed God must be sufficiently impressed by my sincerity and would be eager to
But my protest fell on deaf ears. “I just dropped you a hint,” she said coolly. “I suspect Rags is interested in you too and she's prettier than me any day. Might not be a bad idea actually. Just think about it when you're alone. Now I’ve simply got to go.”
It wasn’t clear if the smile curving her lips was in jest or she was serious. She glanced at my watch and shrieked.
“My first lecture has already started!” She made another attempt to get out of the car, but I held her back tightly and took a deep breath. “Let me go, RK,” she protested. “Leave my hand, it hurts.”
“Not till I say my peace. Forget the lecture, it’s already started.”
“I’ll never come with you again,” she said annoyed. “This is supposed to be a crash course and each lecture is expensive. Besides that, I’ve got my final year exams to prepare for too. I don’t have the time for romance.” She turned to me grimly. “Anyway, spill what you have to say and let me go.”
I didn’t want a crowd to collect and spank me for trying to abduct a pretty girl, and released her hand. She looked away but didn’t leave the car. I cleared my throat, miserably aware I had to floor her with my next words somehow. It might be my last chance.
“Shalini, I don’t know if Ragini is prettier or not- but I love you, and honestly, don't care if you're not pretty.”
“Hey, wait a minute,” she turned around in her seat to object. “When did I say I'm not pretty?”
“You just said so.”
“I only said my sister's prettier.”
“I thought-”
“Oh, shut up, you're hopeless.”
“Of course, you're pretty too,” I said immediately, trying to repair the damage. What had I done? I realized I had aggravated her resistance towards me and felt sheepish, and to make up added clumsily, “Otherwise, why’d I chase you?”
“I said shut up and go to hell.” She got off the car and banged the door shut before I could make further amends.
I rested my hands on the steering wheel and put down my head to weep. It was dark outside and darker inside my mind. The darkness outside had neon lights and dazzling billboards for company, but the despair within me had no source of solace. She had already missed a part of her first lecture. Why couldn’t she have forgone the rest and stayed back to understand my feelings? I sobbed uncontrollably and after a while got up as a passerby touched my shoulder. I looked up desolately. It was Shalini!
“Don’t cry,” she said softly. “I’ve been watching you for a while and couldn’t enter the class- but can’t hang around long either. Be a man. Try to be strong.”
“But-”
She shook her head. “Don’t say the same things again. Be professional.”
I felt piqued. “Who told you to stay back and console me?” I said in an irritated tone. “Go to your lecture. How does it matter if I cry or feel sad?”
“It matters, RK,” she said with a slight tremor in her tone. “I can’t bear to see you cry.”
I looked up hopefully. But the tremor soon vanished from her voice. Had I imagined it?
“Don’t cry for me,” she said firmly. “Why are you so attached? It’ll only hurt you. Put marriage out of your mind and try to get your life back on track.” She glanced over her shoulder at the entrance to her training class. “Bye for now, RK, I’ve really got to go or I’ll miss the second tutorial too.”
I’d literally adopted the renounced order of life in a place of pilgrimage after she first rejected my proposal the first time. For a brief span of time I’d been quite serious about spirituality. But after a while, I assumed God must be sufficiently impressed by my sincerity and would be eager to
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