Stuti meets Bhindi-Chor

"Hey!"

"Hello! You seem upset. What's up?"

"I don't like my life so much." I didn't.

"Oh really?" Grinning, he adds "What happened?"

"Many things. Life sucks. Bla bla bla.."

He found that funny.

"This place serves delicious eclairs. Let's order one for you."

"Fuck. They heated it! Who eats hot eclairs?! Are Boss, why did you heat this?"
"Don't blame the waiter. It's hardly his fault. Poor guy."

We order a second one. It's not heated this time.

I thought he was rude.

He found that funny too.

We are ready to leave, but he still won't give up on the hot-dessert issue. I am beginning to like him less.

"Are bhaiya," he smiles at the waiter, "Eclairs is meant to be eaten cold. Age se dhyan rakhna," smiles some more.

He had to make his point.

"How old are you?"

"I'm 38."

"No, really. How old are you!"

"I just told you! I've been around a long time."

"Argh..". That's the fourth time he's told me that. However, I don't care anymore, just like I don't care if he wears orange.

Another hour I spend telling him how my life isn't going according to plan.

Another hour he spends listening. And smiling.

"You're married!!!"

"Why, do I not look married?"

"Umm... but...you live with guys!"

"So? That doesn't mean I can't be married, does it?..It's a long distance marriage."

And I think he's not lying THIS time. I feel strange. 

It makes sense now though. All his 'gyaan' over relationships that he's been showering onto me for a while now can only come from a shaadi-shuda grihastha. No wonder he's always so happy because he has everything figured out. I know I wanna be like that one day. No worries, all cheers. 

"That's nice", I smiled.
"Yes it is."

Pause.

"I'm going through a divorce."

"I'm 28."

":)"