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gift_a_smile — Thu, 17 Mar 2005 13:35:24 +0530

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Trifle Insecurities

The moist air touched her skin leaving beneath a few
drops of rain dew. She was still under the hangover of
the movie. He instead held her hand trying to wade
through a crowd of people , snapping intermittently
"Excuse me". He would rather that she was a little
alert as well , especially when one had to avoid
puddles and the slush of stagnant rain water . But she
seemed too lost in thought and he didn't care if she
had wet muck sticking at the soles of her red rubber
slippers.

"Fuck ….that was one hell of a dash" he announced to
the darkness inside the car. He slid his hand inside
the pocket of his jacket and took the keys out and
started the ignition… Oh but she was still standing
outside her side of the car , drenched enough to
bother so he took his time to open the door from
inside for her. He thus lit a cigarette and then
lifted the knob and let the soaked being in.

We'll be home soon baby …and then we'll dry you . said
the smoker to the rain soaked person beside.

She was still lost in thought.

Sweetie whats up?

Her heart was talking to him but damn he couldn't hear
a thing. She was saying … " Would you cheat on me too
if I weren't to know?" She looked at him . He was dark
and handsome. And he whistled to the night. He drove
at normal speed . He was perfect. Next month they were
getting married … and today they had to see a movie
that settled unthinkable fears in her. She felt itchy
in her wet clothes.

"We'll pick up dinner at Ching's ….I'm in a mood for
some spicy hot Chinese"

The wet girl spoke. " ya … that's good" , well but
what about more important decisions like their
marriage. Even after living with each other for a year
now… was taking the big step with the man at the wheel
beside her the best thing for her afterall?

Now he sang . The prospect of picking up an oriental
dinner always perked him up. Chinese food was supposed
to increase the level of testosterone …was that why he
seemed so excited?

What a horrendous piece of shit …waste of 200 bucks …

Now she sat up …forgetting the discomfort of her wet
clothes . So he was thinking about the movie too
….waste of 200 bucks???

Tell me babe, no movie depicts a man conspiring with
his girlfriend to kill his own wife and ….by Jove
…getting away with it. What a piece of trash.

It didn't seem impossible to her.

This was their first outing since two months and it
was deplorable that it had pour so heavily and to top
it all watch a scary movie. Not in the sense of ghosts
and vampires but one of the age old marital glitches
of adultery but Hollywood had gone a little too far by
showing the unfaithful husband emerging unscathed
having killed his own wife with his own hands!!!! With
their wedding day just a month away , was this
evening a divine indication of sorts??? Was their
marriage going to meet wet weather as well??? Would he
cheat on her ??? He had been working overtime the last
two months and hadn't enough time to even notice that
she had stopped wearing the tiny diamond nose stud he
detested . He'd leave home before she woke up and was
back when she was too tired to turn the next page of
her favorite book The Child's Garden of Verses her
parents had given as present when she was six. The
book remained her best amidst philosophies of Sartre
and Classics of Trollope. Even now she clutched to it
whenever she felt lonely. She missed her parents
immensely , having stayed away for a good eight years
away from home now. College- University – Job. During
the course she had met him. He was her knight in
shining armor. Who whisked her away from all her
disappointments in academics and in the business of
love. Her love for him was an abrupt beginning but it
was the best she had felt at any point in her life so
far. He filled her void . They made love with passion
. He made her feel like a queen .

But since the last two months …..this had been fading.

His cell phone rang . It was a shrill ringtone. He
spoke into it. He addressed the person. . It was his
boss. A She-Boss. She had heard him remark once at a
party to his friends " …my boss …. Is so hot" He
smiled while he spoke. The movie began to run through
in her mind. This time the characters were more real .
It was him , herself and the She-boss. He was cheating
on her with the she-boss. The last 2 months he had
been working till late and….. could he… their
marriage? Did he love her ….. or Not ??

Honey , Peking Rice and Sweet Sour Vegetables . Your
favorite.

Her favorite? She didn't even know that …. Or was he
referring to she-boss's favorites? Her mind spiraled
in many a thought and twisted itself into a knot of
chaos. The rain splattered over the roof of the car,
everything was black and unclear.

They reached home. Finally. A little abode for the
past year where they had been living in. The house had
been done up by her in hues of blue orange and white.
It was pretty .

Look how wet you are. Go and undress sweetheart. He
winked.

She changed into warm clothing and they sat down for
dinner. She felt miserable. She was to marry a man she
had known for 3 years now , living with him for the
past year , in a month's time . But now she was cold
feet. She doubted him. He looked happy as ever not
even stopping to wonder why she hadn't said much all
evening. Why were they even marrying?

Honey , before we sup there is something you need to
know.

She stared at him. Fine, he was breaking the
engagement. How she'd have to kill herself and his
baby inside.

The Last couple of months ….i've been slogging my ass
off over a project. The clients loved it and guess
what ……….

Like she could …..

I'm goin'to be headin' the Bombay Division now.

She felt numb.

Pay hike , office flat da da da .,…but most
importantly sweetie …we'll be right next to your
parents. That's what you always wanted right? To be
closer home?

She felt the warmth of her home now. The dampness had
gone.The picture was sharp. I cant believe I got taken
in by a movie …that too American . What a fool I've
been all along. She preferred not to say anything lest
show her mediocre feelings . She felt sheepish. At
best she thought …

And dived into his arms. He was used to her quirky
ways. He also knew what must have been going on in her
mind. He felt sorry for her trifle insecurities .
Little did she know how beautiful she was and what all
he wanted to do for her just to keep her happy.

She smiled to herself … Their wedding card beamed in
front of eyes. And more so …

She herself had a very special news for him!

THE END

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gift_a_smile — Wed, 23 Feb 2005 22:56:37 +0530

this is my first blog i ws wondering whatz a blog ???
deadline at 4 for a paper on difference betwween mediation and conciliation (a cut copy paste version ofcourse) hell with it finished writing the paper need to take printouts the tragedy the printer is not working why does it stop working now when i got a deadline

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