Part XXVI
Ankit watched him mom and dad laugh and talk together in easy intimacy as they all lounged in the family room after dinner. His younger sister was arguing with him about whether Obama was a sensible choice for the president given the current economic crises and his relative inexperience, while as usual he was giving her half a ear much to her irritation. He wondered why he had never consciously registered the obvious affection between his parents. Well, he knew that they loved each other and that the four of them were one happy family, but somehow he had never thought of his parents as man and woman being in love with another....guess most kids do not, parents are well, parents, you don't think of them in a man woman context do you? But now, he was beginning to appreciate the little things that his mom did for his dad, the consideration that his father showed his mom, the small gestures of affection, the little quiet time that they spent together and he envied them their emotional intimacy.
What had Armaan said the other day? "We all want to fall in love. Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified; our everyday reality is forgotten….It may only last a moment, an hour, and an afternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives…so why would you not want to grab that chance at happiness?" Clearly all that reading did actually do Armaan good, he grinned to himself. Armaan was probably right, you should grab at the chance for happiness if you have one. It would be great to achieve success in life, but would that success not be hollow if there was no one to share it with?
So he found Ridhima very attractive…and surprisingly when he thought in terms of long term, her thought was rather pleasant…..if he had to share his life with someone, he could not think of someone more wonderful….and it was not as if Ridhima hated him…she enjoyed his company and they had got along pretty well the few times that they had coffee together or chatted..but he needed her to get to know him a lot better….but how? If she was not with the Musketeers, she was monopolised by Armaan. Armaan and Ridhima - that was food for thought. Was there anything between them? He did not think so, even though they did spend time together, they probably did so because their love of books.
He had never managed to have that conversation with Anjali. While he had been dying to find out if Arman felt anything for Anjali or vice versa, he decided that Anjali was in too fragile an emotional state to have a prolonged or honest conversation with her, but was he not running away from his duty as a friend? Maybe he would talk to her tomorrow, but before that he would ask Ridhima out for a coffee and try and figure some things out. It would also help them both to get to know each other better without having the entire jing bang on their head. He just hoped that she would not refuse him outright!
"See that's the problem, he never pays attention to what I say! What's the point of having a brother? I might as well be a fly on the wall for all the attention he pays me!" Ankit was brought back to the present hearing his sister flounce out of the room in anger. He smacked himself for his stupidity as he hurried after her to try and cajole her into forgiving him. Young Ridhima Gupta was turning out to be extremely detrimental to his well being in every sense!
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Muskaan lay in bed mulling over the conversation that she had just had with Rahul. At stroke of 11, he had suddenly got up, and announced that he had to leave. Taken aback at this sudden volte face, she had queried the reason for his sudden desire to depart, and he had announced with mock despair, "I thought this Cindrella's deadline expires at 11 o'clock! I would hate for you to go through the ignominy of my seeing you sans wig, dentures et all…..so goodnight for now! I shall see you tomorrow"
Without waiting for her to say anything, he had picked up his keys and left. For a second Muskaan had stayed glued to her chair, in complete bewilderment as she tried to understand what was happening. The man had barged in uninvited against her wishes, had coffee, and just when she was beginning to enjoy his company and presence, he had decided to take off again against her wishes. Really, he could be so frustrating! However, she had to admit, this craziness was what made him so attractive!
So he thought Armaan and Ridhima were in love with each other, well high time they admitted they were! It was obvious to anyone, except the daft second and first year students of this oh-so-prestigious business school that Armaan was in love with Ridhima. Who had ever heard of the president spending all his time with a particular fresher? And Muskaan had noticed the way he looked at her; there was so much affection and tenderness, that sometimes Muskaan felt a little envious. But obviously when God was handing out brains, he accidentally switched off the button labelled "common sense" for Armaan. No wonder the man was incapable of understanding his emotions.
And Ridhima? She was a fine one to give her advice about letting her feelings go. What had she said? ""Yes, love does make life so confusing, but it also makes it exciting, an adventure, a rush of adrenalin, a feeling of being alive and as Rahul said it would be terrible to go though life not giving yourself that chance
!"" and what was the silly woman doing? Allowing the fear of another woman stop her from reaching out for happiness? Just because Anjali was close friends with Armaan, that did not mean that Armaan would allow his relationship with Ridhima to get compromised? Love and friendship were two different things, and, it was up to the guy to ensure that he did not mix the two…and whatever she knew of Armaan, Muskaan was confident that for him Ridhima would always come first.
"So why then do women work themselves up into frenzy over inconsequential things? Which silly woman would do that?" she wondered aloud.
The moment she said, Muskaan stopped short. Was not this exactly that what she was doing? She was letting her own insecurities about Ridhima and Rahul's friendship come in the way of her happiness. The Ridhima that she knew loved and cared too much for Muskaan to ever come in between Rahul and Muskaan, so why was she allowing herself to think of crazy, improbable scenarios? Was she not being unfair to Ridhima and Rahul? To their friendship and their sense of fair play and propriety? Was she not being small minded? If anything she had always prided herself on being emancipated, large hearted and free thinking, so how could she ever think that their friendship could ever be anything other than just that? And in the process, she was probably throwing away a chance at happiness, provided Rahul wanted to take things further beyond the obvious attraction…but whether he did or not, she would not know unless she gave them both a chance, would she?
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Armaan lay in bed, still holding the mobile phone in his hand, a smile playing on his lips. He had been prepared for a sarcastic retort to his cheeky sms, instead of which she had come back with a message that definitely had flirtatious undertones.
"Ah, but love makes a wit of the fool! Goodnight and sweet dreams!" What in the wide world had prompted him to send that? But since she had not come back all guns blazing, it was safe to assume that she was not mad at him! So Miss Ridhima Gupta was not averse to flirting with him!
He smiled as he remembered the smile on her face as she had turned away when he had made that rather flimsy excuse for picking her up. He had said it, needing to say something to break the ackwardness of the moment, He knew however, that she would see through it to perhaps get at what he was not being able to explicitly articulate. Going out with her the previous night, picking her up were both a means to spend time with her, to get to know her and to figure out how they gelled together, whether there was something more to it than mere infatuation or a fleeting physical attraction. She was too bright to not understand that, and, if she was willing to spend time with him, it could only mean that she felt the closeness between them as well, or was he reading too much into everything? He connected with her on more than one level and she was the closest he had allowed a woman to get to him emotionally, he did not have to try, it just happened in the light of which he failed to understand his ambivalence…
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Atul picked at his food, unable to eat too much. He had been very quiet after coming back from Bschool, much to everyone's surprised. His mom had asked him a couple of times whether he was feeling ok, Yateesh had tried to distract him, but all in vain. Finally, the family had left him alone, knowing that he would speak up in his own time once his head was clearer. He excused himself from the table, and went to his room, where he pulled out an album from the school business programme that was held last year.
He smiled at a photograph taken at the foyer of the four of them with the previous year's council. Who had known that they would be the council this year? They all looked so enthusiastic, happy, without a care. He wished they were back to being freshers, life had seemed so easy when there were no emotional entanglements. He berated himself for an inability to keep himself out of others' affairs, but how could he? They were all his friends. If it was not bad enough that he was getting upset and worried about people getting hurt, last night, with Anjali, for the first time he had lied…..
"Hey Atul, got a moment to spare?" Atul looked up as his brother came into the room.
"Sure bhai, come on in…" Atul smiled. The two brothers shared a close bond and Atul figured his silence at the dinner table had prompted this.
As his brother sat down, Atul spoke up" I guess this is about my silence this evening…."
His brother smiled. He did not need to spell out things with Atul, this was one of the best things about their relationships. He waited in silence as Atul looked down at the album in his lap…
"Those are your first year snaps aren't they?"
"Yes they are, I was just thinking how carefree we were last year this time…so much has changed…and not all for the better…its amazing isn't it bhai, that the presence of one individual can set into motion so many events and emotions that everyone around gets affected and we don't know where it will all end…we all behave differently from who we are, including those who are not involved parties, yours truly included…."
His brother waited in silence, knowing that Atul would slowly unburden himself. His silence was far greater support and encouragement for Atul than any words would be. "For the first time yesterday, I lied to a friend…lied not as in a malicious lie to hurt someone, but a lie to help them see things from a different perspective…to try and get across a message that I did not have the courage to get across directly…what do they call it? A Yudhistari satya…or maybe that is my way of rationalising what I said…but I feel like I have let down a friend…fabricated something that she has taken for truth…my only hope for salvation is that in those words she would find the strength to deal with what lies ahead…"
As he said that Atul wondered what would be Anjali's reaction if she found out that he had made up the infatuation story that he had told her about. Her question about him being in love had been the opening that he had been looking for. What he had said about being in love and the lady in question moving away had been absolutely true. Their relationship had not been able to stand the test of time, but he did not regret it. He was just grateful that he had been in love and someone had loved him, even if it had lasted but a while.
However, the first one had been an on-the spur decision to try and indirectly tell her that unrequited love happens…and when it happens life does not end…it carries on…one gets over it…its painful but you move on to love again….it had been done to tell her as gently and subtly as he could what he wanted to say with out telling her directly about Armaan…because in all fairness, it was Armaan's right to talk about his being in love with someone, Atul had no right of jumping the gun….but that did not make it easier to live with the fact that he had lied…he felt like a heel for doing so but he did not know what else to do…and what we do when we are under pressure, we never know….we don't have the benefit of hindsight at that time….
Seeing Atul lost in thought his brother finally spoke up."I don't know what you said or the reasons for it, and, I am not going to ask" his brother smiled as he ruffled his younger brother's hair, "but if you think it was for a good cause and it would help someone, its ok…in any case if a Yudhishter could use it my friend, you a mere mortal would definitely be forgiven this transgression" his brother laughed as Atul joined in relieved after having unburdened himself. "Now come on, Yateesh wants his chachu to tell him a story before he hits the bed!"
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Armaan was sitting on the steps waiting for Atul. It had been a little over a week since Armaan and Ridhima had been out together. Armaan had taken to picking Ridhima up every morning, and to his delight she had not objected and not once did they discuss why. Armaan looked forward to spending the mornings with her discussing everything under the sun, or making the journey in companionable silence. On one occasion, she had surprised him by dragging him for breakfast to a small place somewhere inside Bandra, and he had to agree they made the best cheese omelette with crusty bread that he had ever had!
Finally, last evening he had reminded her that she owed him another date since their jaunt around Bandra was far from over. In her characteristic style she had retorted "In your dreams, pal!" before walking to the library. Since he had promised to drop Anjali home, he had been unable to go after her and complete the conversation. However, he had been surprised this morning by a sms telling him that she would be late coming to school and to go ahead. He knew they had morning classes so why was she coming in late? He would have normally brushed this off, if it had not been for the fact that she had not returned his phone call. He had barely seen her in college this week since they had both been busy with classes, which is why he looked forward to their morning rides.
Ankit walked up the steps to a lost in thought Armaan, "Penny for your thoughts?"
Armaan smiled as he shook his, "nothing, just random musings…nothing that would interest you…."
"Then you could either be thinking of books or just maybe a woman…" Ankit grinned back., "though you may be wrong on the woman front…"
"Excuse me?" Armaan sat up straight at Ankit's words. "That's Ankit talking right? You mean women have finally started interesting you? Whoa! Hold it dude! I know of some women, especially in our class who would be ecstatic to hear that my friend!" Armaan put an arm around his shoulder as he teased him.
"Actually not women! Just one woman!" Ankit admitted sheepishly
"I knew it! When you said something about love the other day! SO who is the lucky woman?"
"I would like to know that too!" the two of them looked up as Atul joined them, "Do you know I caught him the other day in the council room, completely lost, and he uttered some involved stuff about someone becoming a part of his life – he had me completely stumped! Now that's one woman I would want to meet!"
"Ankit, you dog! You are hiding stuff from us!" Armaan smacked him on his arm.
"Hang on guys, you are jumping the gun! There is nothing like that" Ankit raised his hands, " I just think that a particular woman is attractive….nothing beyond that…I have not been able to even gather the courage to ask her out for a coffee…I just want to spend some time to figure out if she likes me and if I actually like her or she just a pretty face…."
"Ankit finding a woman attractive is news enough, my friend! It's like the US having a woman president!" Atul did a little jig as Anjali walked up the trio, "Hey what's with you guys? All excited this early in the morning?" she asked
"Aaj ki taaza khabar" Atul mimicked the local radio, "Ankit's famous no entanglement policy has just been trashed in the most convincing way…in an amazing twist, the student council vice president has admitted to having a soft corner….for… you will never guess…. a woman!"
"WHAT?" Anjali looked in complete shock at Ankit, "et tu Brutus?"
"No Anjali, don't listen to these idiots…they just pile on for nothing…I just said that I found a girl attractive!"
"Heavens! Now I am going to faint!" the three of them burst out laughing as Atul and Armaan high fived at Ankit's face which had turned a beetroot red, as Anjali feigned a faint and collapsed in Armaan's arms.
"I want to meet the woman Ankit!" Atul insisted
"So do I" Armaan concurred as he pulled Anjali up, an arm resting around her waist "I have to see this woman! Any one who can bring Ankit to his knees is worth a dekho. Veni Vidi Vicni..she came, she saw and she conquered!"
"I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of? Atul started to hum,
"I'm afraid that I'm not sure of,
A love there is no cure for
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Much to Ankit's embarrassment, Anjali joined in as well,
"I think I love you,
Isn't that what life is made of…
Though it worries me to say,
I've never felt this way"
"Oh I think I love you!" As Armaan joined in the chorus, the three of them dissolved into a fresh round of laughter at Ankit's embarrassment, unaware of Ridhima who had been standing and watching them from a distance. She smiled as she heard the exchange and the banter, poor Ankit! As she started to move towards the steps to go into the building, she stopped short as Anjali collapsed in Armaan's arms and Armaan helped her up.
As she saw them laughing and talking, she quietly moved away, realising that she was the outsider in this group and needed to let them have their space…and for the first time, she realised what had perhaps triggered Anjali's outbursts against her. Four of them were close friends, and Ridhima had become the interloper. She had stepped into Anjali's domain, had forced her to share the time, the easy familiarity, the laughter, the camaraderie that she shared with her friends…no wonder she resented Ridhima….. As she closed her eyes, she remembered Armaan's arm lightly resting around Anjali's waist. It was a picture that would not go away.
She had ignored the dissenting voices within and driven with Armaan to school every morning, because she was not willing to forsake his company. But last night, the thought of spending another evening in close proximity with him had triggered off another round of introspection, and, apprehension, confusion that she had successfully repressed had surfaced again…this dependence on him, this anticipation of his presence, a sense of possessiveness about him disturbed and scared her…so she had chosen not to return his call last night nor respond to his sms and this morning like a coward had sent him a message…and now seeing them together, all her misgivings came rushing back….
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Ridhima shook with laughter as Rahul recounted the details of his night visit to Muskaan, "You are completely crazy Rahul, I am surprised she did not throttle you! How could you just walk off like that?" she said when she finally got her breath back, "and jokes apart, I do not appreciate you treating my friend like that!"
"Babes, your friend is a tough cookie…this is the only way I can get through to her…irritate her, force her to think, hopefully in all her raving and ranting she will make the right connections and figure out why she is feeling what she is…what do they say? Keep 'em guessing!"
"This is all ok, but how did you talk to her about us?" Ridhima asked curiously, "I am intrigued what you said to her? I hope you told her that we both appreciate and understand where friendships end and relationships begin….and we know how to maintain the sanctity of both?" she looked at him expectantly.
"er…well..not exactly in as many words" Rahul looked down wondering what she would do if he told her what he had told Muskaan, " kind of…"
"Kind of?" Ridhima looked puzzled
"Well…you know…general stuff about how silly it is for someone to get jealous of someone's friendship and ruin their chance at happiness -" Rahul tried to skirt around the topic
"You mean that you did not sit her down and tell her clearly" Ridhima asked him incredulously and then seeing his face, she exclaimed, "Hang on, you did nothing of this sort, did you? You did not talk about you and her and me at all, did you?"
"No, of course I did, I talked to her about you! "Rahul came back with a straight face, "how could I not? In fact she is probably wondering right now how to knock some sense in to you" he finished with a devilish grin
"What did you tell her, you bum?" before Ridhima could say anything, they were distracted by the ring of her mobile. Rahul jumped and got at the mobile earlier, and then with a big grin, tossed the phone to her! "The Scarlet Pimpernel himself!"
Ridhima made a face at him as she took the phone. To Rahul's surprise, after a couple of pleasantries, she finished the call on the pretext that she needed to go out some place with her parents. "What was that about?" Rahul demanded as soon as she put the mobile down.
"Nothing, so what were you telling me about Muskaan?" Ridhima tried to change the topic.
"Ridhima, if you can't tell me who will you talk to?" Rahul asked her gently
"I don't know Rahul…I am scared" Rahul looked at her bewildered, as she continued, " scared of my own feelings, scared if I let go try as I may I will get pulled into a vortex of emotions from which there is no escape, scared of getting too close to someone and getting hurt, scared of hurting someone, scared of being the kind of woman I have always despised, someone who cant see beyond herself, who would knowingly hurt anther woman for her own satisfaction…I don't know what to do Rahul."
"Just go with your heart, Ridhima…trust your instincts and emotions…" Rahul enveloped her into a hug as he wished he could knock some sense into both Armaan and her head.
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Armaan walked into the common room, looking for Anjali. He needed to complete that conversation with her. As it is, in his preoccupation with Ridhima, he had postponed the much needed conversation with her. He had enough trouble with one woman, he did not need any complications with the other.
As for Ridhima, he had chosen to ignore her the last two days. It was three days since Ridhima had last ridden with him to college, she had not asked and he had not offered. They had not really had time to chat in college and he had called her once two nights ago, when she had made some excuse about going out with her parents. He was beginning to get a little irritated with her now. His ambivalence of his feelings had been completely justified, hadn't it? He hated being messed around with, if she had problems, why the hell did she not talk things out? Sure he was the one who thought he had feelings to sort out, but that did not give her the right to fool around with him, and this was not the first time that she was playing hot and cold!
He was surprised to see Ridhima sitting by herself in the common room. His anger with her evaporated a little when he saw her sitting in the sofa looking a little pensive. Ridhima looked up as he walked in, a smile lighting her face as she softly said, "Hi Armaan…" before she looked down into a book she had been holding.
Great, so she is going to continue to play this game. Armaan ignored her as he looked around the room, where the hell was Anjali? Walking to the dispenser, he picked up a coffee, and without a backward glance started to walk out of the common room when Ridhima called out, "Hey, you are not even going to say a hi?"
"Oh I am expected to, is it? Armaan turned around to ask sarcastically, "I distinctly got the impression that you were trying to ensure that our paths did not cross."
"That's not true!" Ridhima protested.
"Really, then you must be a master at miscommunication! I hope you are not planning to major in marketing…the company that hires you would be handing over their market share on a platter to competition!" Armaan commented caustically, his irritation getting the better of him.
"Fine if you don't want to talk, don't! But don't be rude" Ridhima said petulantly turning back to her book.
"What's with you Ridhima? I don't know what to make of you…" Armaan said vexed, "….sometimes you really drive me insane!"
Guilt at own erratic behaviour, and a desire to talk to him, to spend some time with him and to see him smile made her retort with a disarming smile, "The insane, on occasion, are not without their charms!"
"Clearly insanity only destroys reason, not wit" Armaan responded with a small smile. He wished he could stay aloof from her, but try as he may, he could not. A few words with her, and, he was already giving in. Damm her!
Ridhima was relieved to see the faint smile on his lips, if there was one way he could not stay aloof with her this was it. They both could not let the other have the last word, "I hope you realise that there has never been any great genius without a spice of madness!" she said haughtily raising her nose in the air. What was it about him that try as hard as she could, she could not let him be?
"I hope YOU realise that there is a thin line between genius and insanity. You have ofcourse, rather successfully I might add, erased that line!" Armaan marvelled at her ability to come back, no matter what. His rational mind told him that he should ignore her, give her a taste of her own medicine but he could not resist the temptation to quip back. Maybe this was the opening he needed to get her to talk. And if she still did not, then Ms Gupta would discover that if he could be warm and friendly, he could also be icily cold and aloof!
Before she could respond, they were interrupted by a breezy "Hi Armaan, I believe you were looking for me"
Ridhima was brought back to reality by Anjali plonking herself on a sofa next to her. Hi Ridhima, how are you?"
"I am good Anjali," she smiled in response., "How are you?"
"I am good, thanks! So Armaan why were you looking for me?"
"Huh
? Armaan was a little irritated at this interruption. Dammit, were they ever going to be able to talk in peace with out interruption? One way or the other, he would drag her out tonight. They needed to talk and sort some things out and he was dammed if he was going to allow her to blow hot and blow cold. "Yup, I was looking for you to ask you to have coffee with me. Remember we had an unfinished conversation? I thought since we were both free, this was a good time as any."
While Armaan's words filled her with trepidation, Anjali could not help a smile of satisfaction. Though she knew it was childish, there was a sense of jubilation in having Armaan ask her out in front of Ridhima. "Of course," she responded, "but why do we have to discuss it over coffee? Why don't we discuss it over a ballet instead?" Anjali asked him, and then as he looked at her puzzled "remember when I was upset about missing the Zubin Mehta concert, you had promised to take me to the next event that I wanted to go to…so now you have to make good your promise….I want to go to the ballet…."
"hmmm…ah…yup, I remember now, but which ballet is this? I am sorry I have been so preoccupied the last few days" Armaan asked, glancing at Ridhima who was looking towards the entrance, fidgeting to leave, not wanting to be a part of their personal discussions, "that I have no clue what's been happening elsewhere….."
"The Bolshoi Swan Lake" Ankit spoke up as he walked into to the common room and threw his bag into a corner, "Right Anjali? They are playing for two nights only in Bombay – tonight and tomorrow."
"Thanks Ankit, that's the one. Lets go for the ballet tonight Armaan, please" Anjali cajoled him excited at the thought of going out with him after a very long time, "you promised!"
"I know I did, but I am afraid it's not possible tonight Anjali" Armaan looked at Ridhima who sat quietly watching him for his response, "I am afraid I have plans for tonight..I have to sort some stuff out with another friend…" leaving Ridhima in no doubt who he was referring to.
"Oh.." Anjali's face fell for a second before she smiled "Can we go tomorrow then? Come on Armaan, say yes! Then let's quickly buy the tickets or they'll all get sold out! Please say you will come, you promised remember…"
Armaan looked at her animated face and could not say no to her, "Fine tomorrow it is!"
"I am afraid that's not going to be possible" Ankit said, "I checked. Remember we went for Riverdance last year, I thought we could go for this, but no tickets for tomorrow, only tonight. Come on buddy, postpone this evening, do it tomorrow! Ridhima would you like to come with us?"
"Thanks Ankit. Rahul, Muskaan and I were planning to go as well. We would love to join" Ridhma smiled brightly at him,
"So that's settled" Ankit smiled relived. Hopefully he would get to spend some time with her. "I will buy the tickets. For all 7 of us, Armaan just tell Atul as well. How were you planning to go, Ridhima? If it's Ok with you, can I pick you up?" he crossed his fingers hoping that she would say yes!
"Come on Armaan, say yes now! " Anjali pouted
"Fine" Armaan agreed his mouth drawn in a fine line. If this how Ridhima wanted to play this, this is how he would play it.
"Great! You are such a sweetheart Armaan!" Anjali hugged him in delight giving him a quick peck on the cheek as he hugged her back, smiling at her enthusiasm. He had been ignoring her for a while, and it was nice to see her so excited. This was the Anjali that he knew – bubbly and friendly – and he owed it to their friendship to give it the place that it deserved. "Anything for you girl, that's what friends are for! You are right, it has been a while that we have all gone out together! It shall be like old times! Tell your mom, not to worry, since it is going to be a late night, I'll pick you up!" Anjali smiled in delight – this was the Armaan she knew, who was her dear friend and to whom she was important.
For a moment Ridhima stood still, as she watched the exchange between Armaan and Anjali, and then, in a fit of an emotion that she did not want to recognise, she turned around to Ankit, and gave him a big smile, "Ankit, that would be wonderful. I would love to! So what time will you pick me up?"
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Ok guys, here's part 26, not what everyone was looking for, far from a confession from either of the couples, but to me an important part for it sets into motion the event that would trigger off a few realisations. So just bear with me! I would hate to loose all the friends that I have made here!My cold and cough and low grade fever is making me terribly woozy so I have not read th epart after finishing it. So if there are glaring mistakes, please overlook them!
I guess many would recognise the references "et tu Brutus" and "Vedi Vini Venci" two famous lines in history, if I have ever hear any! I am going to take the liberty of still giving the reference for these just in case.
Et tu Brutus
: The phrase means "You too Brutus?" and is a phrase uttered by Julius Caesar when he was attacked by a group of senators including his close friend, Marcus Brutus, on seeing whom he is supposed to have uttered these words. They have since, been used in the English language to signify the epitome of treachery!
Veni Vidi Vici
: Are famous words uttered by Julius Caesar(man the guy was famous, lol) when he defeated Pharnaces in battle. He sent a simple, but powerful message back to Rome and the Senate: " Veni Vidi Vici ", I came, I saw, I conquered.
And at this, I must mention a funny limerick that keeps coming to my mind, though completely unrelated to the fic! Hope you guys enjoy it!
"When I, Caesar heard of the fame, of Cleopatra's fair name
Ahead of my legions, I occupied her regions
I saw, I conquered, I came!
The song that Ankit was being teased with was a very well known old song called "I think I love you" by the Patridge family (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIuKtp3yCTw)
Please read and do comment! And forgive me the dilly dallying on the road to confession! Just bear with me for a little while more!
Will send the PMs tom. Am having some meds which make me terrifically sleepy, I can barely keep my eyes open.
Love you loads
Sam
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