It was a dinner date that got
downgraded to a coffee date for lack of time and opportunity. Nevertheless, it
lasted for four hours. Between two cups of French press coffee with an
insufferable amount of condensed milk and another cup of tea, conversations
happened.
There were so many tales to be told.
Tales about art, paintings, exhibitions, photography, rocket engines, mergers
and acquisitions, western music, farms in Hungary and eastern Europe, density
ratios, fuel propellants, and camera lenses. Time was on supersonic wings.
There is nothing more disheartening than someone constantly checking work
emails during a conversation, but it is an unavoidable occupational hazard. Nevertheless,
she did her best to look feminine. She even reapplied her lipstick and combed
her hair in the restroom that day.
Soon, it was time to say goodbye. It
started pouring, and as she watched the rain pour itself into an already
brimming pool, she wondered how this would all end. She would perhaps shake
hands, say formal goodbyes, and drive back home nodding her head to her latest
favorite milne hai mujhse aayi.
Her prediction was partially off. That
was the first time he hugged her. But not before shaking her hand and saying, “You
have a very manly grip.”
sunshine
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