I don't mind some Sunshine,
But No more Rain....
Heavens Forbid, Please don't,
Destroy my date again...
Third day in a row, All the quality time planned to spend with Nimisha was getting ruined and all he could do was to sit there and watch it rain.God wasn't kind to him after all.
Seeing no signs of mother nature blessing him in the near future He gave Nimisha a call,
"You are such a witch! You made it rain, Didn't you ? You never wanted to come with me on a date darling? haina?" He accused her.
"1. All accusations accepted with a smile! 2. Its not a date, Its just a casual meeting baba! 3. You are inviting troubles for yourself calling me a darling! if Anu comes to know na, I tell you baba..." She calmly replied in a Bengali accent.
"All I care for is meeting you right now. even if it involves messing up with your husband, I don't care" Vikram replied in an instant.
She could sense his desperation. She did what he could have never expected "Its raining outside budz, we can't meet this way but why don't you come along to my house. We can sure have a ball here." She said and his eyes lit up with excitement. The excitement of being alone with her in her house.
"Oh ho! Someone wants me to meet her indoor. Something Cooking. Ding dong huh?"
"ki kotha bolcheesh? Shut up, You jerk..."
"I didn't ask about the texture of your choice.. BTW is ribbed or dotted the preference? now i did " he played naughty.
"Don't make me do voodoo on your ass now......" She replied with a sheepish grin. "I will see you at my home, 62, west avenue, Gulmohar Villa, Kolkatta in 30, bbye!" she told him before disconnecting.
He dressed up and was at her house on time. They had a cosy session at her home. She made chocolates for him while he sang "Hey! There Delilah." for the lady of his dreams. He got along with her so well. Why didn't he meet her before? God wasn't kind to him after all.
He bid her goodbye later with a sweet goodnight kiss and told her to be back tomorrow evening. "Nah! Anurag is coming back from his tour tomorrow evening! I guess we can't be talking leave apart meeting next week till he stays at home. I will be busy with all the household chorus." She told him. With a heavy heart he turned to make his way back home.
Back home he consoled himself that maybe he was like a crayon in Nimisha's life. He was definitely not her favorite color but, she kept needing him once in a while to complete the picture. And, that was what was important.
God wasn't kind to him after all!
P.S. - Thanks for the read guys.I was too confused while writing the story, so no idea how it turned up. On personal front, life's not going that great. Vocational training, looks more of a torture than training to me. Need to walk 2.5 kms to and fro every damn day just to watch some crazy ass people too involved in their own shitty machinery, leave apart explaining. Why am I so Machinephobic or Mechanicalphobic for that instance ?
Song of the day - Kaha chali gayi saali khushi from Dev-D
not a song, its an epic :)
Humor of the day - Never die a virgin, when you get to heaven they make you fuck a suicide bomber. :p