..
There was a small armchair kept in the gallery next night as she came to breathe in some fresh air....
Two cushions and a shawl kept at her disposal as if he knew her insomnia would be cyclic in nature...
She sighed at his audacities ..
To what extent can a person intrude in someones life ....specially someone who claims to despise him .....someone who insults him on his face ..
What kind of a think skinned masochist would be that person who derived pleasure to witness someone hating him so ardently...
He is like a puzzle that is always running at the back of her mind....
She wants to ignore him...
She wants to take him casually ...
Pretend that he is just as important as the armchair which she won't ever sit on...
Next moment there is a cramp in her back..and she couldn't think of anything but to rest her back upon that cane armchair........sighing with relief...
Thar particular moment as if summed up her whole life symbolically...
Her mind keeps immersing itself in his thoughts...as if he is her centre of gravity ....
He taps the door softly to claim his share on the common area of their house....
He gives excuse of smoking but he is such a sweettoothed liar ...
She knows he is a wreck who can't sleep at night...just like her...
To look precisely at.....they are very similiar.....
Both reckless...both self destructive ...both insomniacs.....atleast she knows she has a cause...
What might be the story behind his twisted nature ..
She chuckles at the content of her own thoughts....
He chuckles too....
She looks at him strictly .....
He stops smiling.....
"Maine kabhi nai socha tha....ke aap jaisa strategic insaan itna bewakoof bhi ho sakta hai.."she speaks looking at the vehicles passing down the road.the city never seems to sleep ...turns out it too is full of annoying insomniacs like them....
"I agree"he says plainly ..
"I mean..what were you thinking before saying yes to this marriage . Ke jo ladki aapse itni nafrat karti hai ke aap pe goli Tak Chala sakti hai...wo aap ke sath Shaadi karna chahti hai. .."her voice is agitated ..
"Were you expecting a sudden change of heart.....how can u be so....."she wants to tell at him....but the calmness in the air dosent allow her to raise her voice ...
"Stupid...."he laughs..."how can I be so stupid ..that is what u are asking....is it"he helps her frame the choking part of the sentence.....and lump in her throat cleared....
He chuckled melancholicly
"Ab jis taraf se
Chahe guzar Jaye karwan
Viraniya to sab
Mere Dil mein utar gayi"
He leaves after quoting that
"What was that supposed to mean , didn't anybody told him about subtitles". Her chin and eyebrows flutter as he managed to infuriate Her again.
!!!!!!!!!!
"one single malt"
She ordered
I am your nothing captain shikhawat
I am not your wife
I don't care for you.
This marriage is bullshit.
She is sitting at the bar counter
With loud music and people clamouring.
Repeating these lines for her
"When I text you goodnight later, what phone number should I use?"
She turned to see a dishy man giving her a friendly look.
"Look I'm just trying to drink here, but you're very distracting."
He added
She gave him an evaluating look
