"So, you guys must've kissed, didn't you?"
"And what kind of question's that, Rahul? We did. I mean come on, I dated him for a year and a half. I couldn't have been a saint, could I?"
"I wasn't on sainthood and all Sujata; I didn't even want you defending yourself. That was, well, just inquisitiveness. And sainthood's anyways got nothing to do with a kiss."
"Just inquisitiveness? Born out of an apparent insecurity? Rahul, lets get this straight. I love you. I am not bouncing back to that bastard. So why do you trouble me by asking all this?"
"Trouble you?! Ah! There you see. See, if you hadn't been bouncing back, you wouldn't have been troubled, would you?"
At that moment, an earlier version of Sujata would have definitely felt like slapping him for getting on her nerves. Most girls, at least of this gen, would have. Rahul was one of those 90s-lover type people. Insecure, primitive, far from knowing the crap about chivalry. But not like the ones who'd beat up their chicks. A bit of a panzied sissy in today's world? Yes. But Sujata was not gonna dump him. She knew he loved her. A love different from the ones she had seen, or perhaps, as she thought, she never had.
"Can we please stop this for God sake? I mean, please. This is like too much. You don't trust me, do you?" And no sooner had Sujata said this than she realized that she was actually playing his 90s counterpart. Shit. But then, this senti crap did work on Rahul most times. This was not an exceptional occasion.
"Hey look, I am sorry. I mean I am. But it's just that I don't wanna lose you. And I am scared."
This seemingly corny stuff to the viewer actually made sense to this nonsensical couple. Sujata didn't mind any of this now. She had had a taste of the 'fun' life so many girls aspire to experience. She was beautiful.
"I have dated these 'cool' guys all through high school. I dated that fucking NRI bastard in 1st year. Rahul is different. He makes me believe there's this love which is conveyed through the eyes; Bernard Shaw was an idiot. Horny bastard." She would delve into too much of such thinking all the time, a characteristic of her zodiac - Virgo. She had seen it all, done it all. And she knew he'd always love her; just the way he always had. He couldn't think of fun and all. He was boring, non-cute, uncool, honest. She somehow felt a stupid passion in his feelings. Random dating and making-out sessions with people had made her get bored of it. She'd matured before age.
Yes, she was right. Rahul was all she thought he was. Girls have this antennae which makes them good judges. Rahul was primitive to an extent that he had no tiff with relationship vocabulary such as crushes and flings. It was only love. He didn't know how to carry on discussions and all. He was all for looking into her eyes, getting lost and such jazz. This boring nature of his was his greatest quality; the source of security for Sujata. She wouldn't find him in the arms of her best friend, making out with her in her absence. College goers of this generation are products of the 90s only after all.
They dropped the matter; for a change Rahul not promising he wouldn't bring it up again. He had decided not to lie to her. Another virtue associated with this nonsensical love thingy of his.
A tear drop fell. Sujata reciprocated. Experience had softened her, matured her. They embraced. "I love you so much". More tears.
" Jag ne chheena mujhse,
mujhe jo bhi lagaa pyaara;
Sab jeeta kiye mujhse,
Main hardam hi haara.
Tum haarke dil apna, meri jeet amar kardo".
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"And what kind of question's that, Rahul? We did. I mean come on, I dated him for a year and a half. I couldn't have been a saint, could I?"
"I wasn't on sainthood and all Sujata; I didn't even want you defending yourself. That was, well, just inquisitiveness. And sainthood's anyways got nothing to do with a kiss."
"Just inquisitiveness? Born out of an apparent insecurity? Rahul, lets get this straight. I love you. I am not bouncing back to that bastard. So why do you trouble me by asking all this?"
"Trouble you?! Ah! There you see. See, if you hadn't been bouncing back, you wouldn't have been troubled, would you?"
At that moment, an earlier version of Sujata would have definitely felt like slapping him for getting on her nerves. Most girls, at least of this gen, would have. Rahul was one of those 90s-lover type people. Insecure, primitive, far from knowing the crap about chivalry. But not like the ones who'd beat up their chicks. A bit of a panzied sissy in today's world? Yes. But Sujata was not gonna dump him. She knew he loved her. A love different from the ones she had seen, or perhaps, as she thought, she never had.
"Can we please stop this for God sake? I mean, please. This is like too much. You don't trust me, do you?" And no sooner had Sujata said this than she realized that she was actually playing his 90s counterpart. Shit. But then, this senti crap did work on Rahul most times. This was not an exceptional occasion.
"Hey look, I am sorry. I mean I am. But it's just that I don't wanna lose you. And I am scared."
This seemingly corny stuff to the viewer actually made sense to this nonsensical couple. Sujata didn't mind any of this now. She had had a taste of the 'fun' life so many girls aspire to experience. She was beautiful.
"I have dated these 'cool' guys all through high school. I dated that fucking NRI bastard in 1st year. Rahul is different. He makes me believe there's this love which is conveyed through the eyes; Bernard Shaw was an idiot. Horny bastard." She would delve into too much of such thinking all the time, a characteristic of her zodiac - Virgo. She had seen it all, done it all. And she knew he'd always love her; just the way he always had. He couldn't think of fun and all. He was boring, non-cute, uncool, honest. She somehow felt a stupid passion in his feelings. Random dating and making-out sessions with people had made her get bored of it. She'd matured before age.
Yes, she was right. Rahul was all she thought he was. Girls have this antennae which makes them good judges. Rahul was primitive to an extent that he had no tiff with relationship vocabulary such as crushes and flings. It was only love. He didn't know how to carry on discussions and all. He was all for looking into her eyes, getting lost and such jazz. This boring nature of his was his greatest quality; the source of security for Sujata. She wouldn't find him in the arms of her best friend, making out with her in her absence. College goers of this generation are products of the 90s only after all.
They dropped the matter; for a change Rahul not promising he wouldn't bring it up again. He had decided not to lie to her. Another virtue associated with this nonsensical love thingy of his.
A tear drop fell. Sujata reciprocated. Experience had softened her, matured her. They embraced. "I love you so much". More tears.
" Jag ne chheena mujhse,
mujhe jo bhi lagaa pyaara;
Sab jeeta kiye mujhse,
Main hardam hi haara.
Tum haarke dil apna, meri jeet amar kardo".
No translations.
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