Hey all.. I am here with another happy wala OS. Most of you must be remembering the breakfast date convo! So I am here with my imagination. If at all cvs do anything about it, I am sure they'll do better than this.. but please have a look.. Hope you like it..đł
Please ignore the grammatical errors.. I haven't proof read it.. đ
Tring Tring!
It was seven in the morning and Taani and Swayam were soundly sleeping. Especially Swayam. He was tired. It was a day after NDC finals and they had won the competition. But he was tired.
The telephone's loud blare woke Taani up. Poor girl, she was half asleep. She didn't know herself how she managed to go to the hall and pick the phone up.
"hello" she said, her eyes were shutting.
"Hey Taani! Good morning. Swayam is there??"
"Who is it?" Taani spoke in a low voice. She was yawning.
"Sharon! Who else? You didn't recognize my voice??"
Taani was startled! Was it really Sharon or was someone making a prank call? She woke up, this time completely.
"Sharon bha' Sharon' Is it you?"
"Yes Taani. Isn't it my voice? It's me alright." Sharon chuckled from other end of the line.
"Oh ok" Taani recognized her voice. "Good morning. What made you call so early?"
"Oh. I wanted to talk to Swayam. Is he there, nearby?"
"Bhai? Why do you want to talk to him? He is asleep."
"Asleep? Swayam is still asleep? How's it possible??"
"He is."
"Okay. Wake him up."
"No I can't do that. You tell him your message. I'll inform him." Even though Taani was listening to what Sharon was saying, she still felt sleepy. She wanted to go and sleep but at the same time she knew she couldn't go. She had to receive Sharon's message for Swayam. In her haste, she didn't realize what she was doing and clumsily enough, she dropped the phone. It was by mistake alright, but that loud sound was enough to wake Swayam up from his sleep.
Swayam was in sleep too, but still he came to the living room to check if everything was fine or not. He rubbed his eyes twice to see properly, and he saw Taani talking on the phone.
"Taani no. I need to talk to him. It's important." Excitement was evident in Sharon's voice. The way she spoke, made Taani think that she was really excited about something.
"Taani whom are you talking to at 6.30 am in the morning? Is it Rey?"
"Bhai! You are awake?"
Sharon, obviously heard this. "Swayam is here? Give him the phone. I want to talk to him."
"Ok" Taani said. She then turned towards Swayam and asked him to take the phone.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"Sharon. I'm going to sleep bhai. Talk to her. She wants to talk to you."
"Sharon?" Swayam scratched his head and picked up the receiver.
"Umm hello?" He was still unsure.
"Hey Swayam." She said. " I know it's early in the morning but I couldn't wait. I really couldn't wait. I am sorry for waking you up. I called you, but you didn't pick up the phone."
"It's okay Sharon. You could have messaged me too'"
"No! This conversation cannot be done on chat. I had to talk to you."
"Fine. Tell me what the matter is."
"You remember?? That day, you came to my house for having a look at India fest cds??I asked you to make a breakfast for us' And I also said that you are a great cook and you should cook breakfast for us once."
"Yeah so?"
"The time has come. It's Sunday today. And I don't think you're busy now that NDC is over. You are not right? So come over to my place by 9 and cook some breakfast for both of us."
"What? Sharon are you serious?"
"Yes. I am. I am not joking. I thought over it last night, and decided to call you only in the morning. You have any problem?"
"No, no problem. I'll come."
Swayam went straight to his room to get some sleep. He didn't need to tell Taani where he was going. Rey was going to join her for breakfast.
"Where are you going bhai?" Taani asked him at quarter past 8, when she saw him leaving the house.
Swayam wondered what reason to give. He came up with a reason, a bit too dumb, but nevertheless, the matter was not supposed to be hidden anyway.
"Sharon's place. You know she's the manager of the team. She has called me for some official work."
"Oh okay. But did you have your breakfast??"
"No I didn't. I am not hungry Taani." He turned to leave.
"But if you feel hungry?"
"I won't. I am getting late. Bye." He left the house without saying anything else.
It was 8.35 when he rang the bell of Sharon's front door. It had become a habit to come through her window and pay unexpected visits. But this time, he had come on her invitation.
A lot had changed, post their break up. The equation between them had strengthened. It had become stronger. They no longer misunderstood each other. Everything was fine. Sharon's health was doing well. Swayam was still her nurse. During the rehearsal, he had to remind her to take her medicine. They talked to each other a lot, many times a day. They shared a special bond which was bound to remain intact. It wasn't fragile. Swayam's acceptance as a concerned and selfless lover in Sharon's life had changed many things. She was more open, friendlier, and more candid with him now. Swayam hoped to turn this strong bond of apparent friendship to love, some day.
"Hey Swayam! Good morning!" Sharon said as she opened the door of her house.
"Good morning Sharon. How are you doing? You took your medicines?"
"Arey come inside. What are you doing out?"
Swayam walked in to see the beautifully furnished house. The interiors were beautiful and in one corner was a photo of Sharon in her childhood with her parents.
Swayam smiled on looking at the photo. She looked like a diva even then. Goggles on, a shirt on with a picture of a girl, a short skirt and neatly braided hair.
"Ok. Stop looking at the photo." Sharon said, diverting his attention.
"Oh sorry."
"You need not be." Sharon laughed warmly. "Can we proceed to the kitchen?"
Swayam liked the way she was addressing them as 'we' and 'us' always.
"Yes sure." He said and walked with her.
"So what do you want me to make here?" He asked as they stepped into the kitchen.
"Whatever you like. It's up to you. You are a great cook. So I'll eat anything you make."
"Seriously?" He asked.
"Yes. I'm not kidding. By the way, would you mind teaching me how to cook?"
"Why not? I'd love to teach you how to cook."
"So we shall start now right?"
"As you wish. We'll make toasts and omelettes. Ok?"
"Yeah sure." Sharon smiled. "All this was definitely new for her. "I'll make some coffee for both of us." She walked up to the shelf nearby and took a packet of Nescafe out.
"Why you? I mean don't you want to learn something new?"
"I do.. but.."
"Cool! Let's start with breaking the eggs!"
"Breaking what?"
"I'll show you '" he held one egg in his hand, used a spoon and hit it hard. Then he separated the two parts of the broken egg and all the yolk came out.
"Eww. How do you manage to do this?" Sharon made a snooty face.
"It's easy. And you should know how to break an egg at least Sharon."
"Ok' I'll do it." Sharon took the egg in one hand and spoon in another. She beat it so slowly, that a small crack could hardly be seen.
"What's this Sharon?"
"What? I tried to break it. It isn't happening."
Swayam shook his head in dismay and went towards her. Sharon was still in a dilemma. Someone was required to insert some cooking senses into her. Swayam held her hand. She looked towards him, tenderly. He looked right into her eyes and without breaking the eyecontact, slipped the egg from her hand. He turned his eye from her to the egg.
"Focus Sharon." Sharon reminded herself.
"Ok. So I'm holding this egg and you ought to hit it as if it is your worst ever enemy."
Sharon looked at the egg. "Hens lay eggs na?"
Swayam looked at her and analyzed what she was trying to say. "Yes they do."
"They give birth to chicks' right? Chicks develop inside an egg. I'll kill a developing living being this way."
Swayam face palmed. "Ok no other option." He didn't wait for her reply. Instead, he held the egg in his left hand, and he used his right hand to hold Sharon's arm, which was not ready to attack the egg. Without listening to her, he beat the egg hard with the spoon.
"Mission accomplished." He said, feeling like a total champion.
"Haw!" Sharon groaned, after he left her hand. "You killed a developing child Swayam!" She made a gross expression. "You are a killer."
Swayam just gave her a look. "No. You did it. You used your hand to beat it. I did not do a single thing."
Sharon was reminded of the time that he was referring too. The way he held her hand, she wanted him to hold her like that forever. She only kept looking at him, not knowing what to say. And before she could even realize or say anything, he held her hand and beat the egg.
She shook her head to stop the thought process. There was no way she could stop thinking about Swayam and she had to accept this. It had been a while now, since she had fallen in love with him, but she could not tell it to him. He broke up with her and she still wanted to face her illness on her own.
"Sharon" He said breaking her train of thoughts. "I think you should sit outside. I'll prepare the food on my own. And have you taken your medicines?"
"Yeah. I have. Let me at least make some coffee." She said feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"Ok. Your wish. Make then."
Sharon started boiling the milk and added some sugar and coffee to it. However, she could not concentrate fully on making the coffee. She could not help, but pass glances to Swayam, occasionally. She kept on looking at him. He was looking so sweet, and was working so diligently and meticulously without diverting his attention.
"Can you pass me the knife Sharon?"
She didn't respond.
"Sharon? Knife?"
No response.
"Sharon!" Swayam spoke this time more sternly and looked at her with a confused expression.
She jerked as if she had awoken from a pleasant dream. Swayam saw this.
"You okay? Need the inhaler?"
"No... you said something?"
"Sharon... Are you okay?" Swayam asked apprehensively.
"Yes." She said trying her best to hide the fact that she was actually adoring him.
"Then can you pass me the knife? This is the third time I am asking you to."
Sharon mentally face palmed and passed him the knife sheepishly.
"Go and sit Sharon.. I'll come in some time.."
"What if you need something?" She asked.
Swayam smiled. "You seem to be lost every time I do that."
Sharon hung her head in embarrassment and then came back to her original, diva self.
"That's not true." She folded her hands.
"Ok fine.. Then stay.."
Sharon tried to focus on making the coffee, but occasionally her eyes would drift to him. She just couldn't stop adoring him. She was so lucky that he loved her.
"Coffee?" She asked him after she was finally done with it.
"Yeah thanks." Swayam took the cup from her.
Sharon was cutting the fruits and Swayam was cutting the vegetables for the omelette as well as for the toast.
"How's the coffee Swayam?" She looked at him. At first she thought she was imagining stuff. She had never seen Swayam cry. She rubbed her eyes to get a clear view.
"Swayam! Are you crying?" She exclaimed. "Omg why? Is the coffee so bad?"
Swayam looked at her. Before he could say anything she moved towards him and was about to wipe his "tears" but resisted.
"No." Swayam was disheartened. Had Sharon wiped his tears, he would have loved it. "It's because of onions."
Sharon was glad that it was not because of her coffee. She wouldn't have forgiven herself otherwise.
"Don't cut them then." she said. "I'll cut them."
"No way Sharon. I'll cut. Moreover, you'll start crying too."
"It's okay Swayam..." She said, but then realized what actually she had mumbled. She tried to rectify it.
"I mean, it's my first time, I'll get used to it."
"Not now Sharon. Later. This time I'll cut them."
"Fine." Sharon agreed.
"Are you done with everything Swayam? I am hungry." Sharon said, as she sat by the dining table waiting for her breakfast. Although she wanted to stay in the kitchen and help him, he had managed to convince her to stay out of the kitchen. He thought he could find everything on his own, now that he knew where each and every item was kept.
"Yup almost. Can you just help me?"
This word help coming from Swayam was a big achievement for her. He hadn't used the word since a long time. Hence Sharon was overjoyed. She rushed to the kitchen and saw Swayam holding the plate. Bread, omelette and toasts for breakfasts. She hadn't expected this much. But whatever it was, she knew it was going to be fun, eating with him.
"Let me carry the fruits and juice."She offered and took the cut fruits, two glasses and a container full of orange juice.
"Wow... I love the food. It's delicious Swayam. You didn't teach me to cook this time. Next time you'll have to teach me..."
"Sharon, It's not only me, you have helped too."Swayam chuckled.
"How?"
"Why? Didn't you make the coffee? And weren't you the one who cut the fruits? And most importantly, didn't you break the egg?"
The "egg" incident was lurking in her mind since the past thirty minutes. She hadn't forgotten it. She just wished for him to hold on to her like that, forever.
She turned a deep shade of red and tried her best to hide it. She didn't want Swayam to see that.
"Sharon.. I know the food is delicious. But half the credit goes to you."
"Oh please, you are being too modest." she said drinking the juice.
"I am serious Sharon. My mom taught me to cook.. And I took around 4-5 classes to perfect my cutting skills." Swayam said.
"Are you serious?" Sharon giggled.
"Yup." Swayam giggled along with her.
"And here I was thinking, you were born perfect." Sharon mused, almost forgetting that Swayam was there, and that she was loud enough.
Swayam stopped giggling and gave her a questioning look. "What?" He inquired.
"Nothing... Take some fruits.."
"Did you just say something about me being born perfect?" Swayam questioned her.
Sharon was not going to hide this from him now. "Yes I did. Well, I thought that you were born perfect." She said, in an attempt to ease the situation.
"You think I am perfect?"
"Not only me,everyone thinks that way." She cackled.
"But what do YOU think?" He speculated, stressing the word "you".
"I think the same." She started a bit low, but towards the end, she looked directly into his eyes and spoke. Soon, her lips carved into a sweet smile, as she looked at him lovingly. His eyes were full of intensity,care, warmth, passion and love, for her. She loved seeing her face in those chocolate brown orbs. Even though she didn't look perfect, she loved it when those pupils reflected her face. She was riveted by him and his perfect personality. She had completely drowned in those pool of emotions. Why did he have to be so perfect?
For the first time, he could see the same love and intensity in her eyes. He couldn't ask her about it though, his life's main aim was to make her feel comfortable. He valued her comfort.
She wished she could confess to him at that very moment, but no, she did not want a relationship. She did not want sympathies. But, she wanted him and his company. She could afford his company without being in a relationship too.
The clock struck 10 and brought them, particularly her, out of the trance. She realized that it had been one hour since they were together. It had been fun actually. She wanted to spend more time with him.
"I am done with my breakfast." she said. "This was one of the finest mornings of my life." she articulated and looked at his plate, which was nearly empty. She completely meant what she said.
"I am done too. I enjoyed this morning thoroughly too." He knew that she meant it. He could see the difference in her. She had tended towards him, for good. He hoped that this feeling would continue to stay.
"I hope you didn't feel odd when I called you up this morning." Sharon said, expecting a positive reply. They were sitting next to each other on the floor. Sharon didn't want to mention it, but somehow it reminded her of that day when she had confessed to him about her feelings for the first time. Even that day, both of them had sat next to each other and shared their feelings.
"No." Swayam said, as he tried to suppress a yawn.
"Swayam, were you sleepy? Because you sounded sleepy."
"No Sharon.. I wasn't sleepy...Please.."
Sharon gave him a "no use hiding anything from me" look. "Stop lying." She said.
"Okay fine. I was sleepy.. I mean yesterday, after coming back from the venue, I was so tired that I slept.. and today, being a sunday I wanted to sleep but you made this plan.. It's okay though.. I have no regrets." He put up a smile.
"I am sorry then.. .For calling you up so early..." Regret was evident in her tone. "I had no plans of making you sleep deprived.. I am really sorry Swayam.. It's just that I was way too excited..."
"Excited? Because of what?" Swayam asked.
"About having breakfast with you." Sharon expected Swayam to know about her excitement, beforehand. After all he knew her in and out and even she could not deny this fact.
"Really?"
"Really...Also, I thought that I would get to learn something. But here you are, my nurse and everything else at the same time. Did not allow me to enter the kitchen."
"Your health..."
"Oh please... You yourself know that nothing can happen to me in your presence... And asthma gets aggravated only when i do some physical activity or if I get hyper.. How can anything happen to me in your presence Swayam? What would have had happened if you had let me into the kitchen? It's my kitchen after all. I know that day you prepared breakfast for me but today I was there.. You should have let me in too... And even for breakfast, I called you for spending time.. I enjoy your company. And I know you enjoy it too, I wish I could spend some time with you in the kitchen.." Sharon was blabbering everything at the same time and too fast. She wanted him to know about it. It should have been impossible for Swayam to understand what exactly she was saying.
"Swayam..not done. Next time, you'll have to teach me properly too." She turned to look at him and her face turned blank and indeed clueless when she saw the sight in front of her.
Swayam was sleeping peacefully. He was in his own little world, clueless about everything else going around him. Sharon couldn't help but go aww when she saw him like that. He was looking so cute. He was resting his head on the wall behind and his eyes were closed. Maybe he was really sleepy.
She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and tilted his head towards her and made it rest on her shoulder. He now had a shoulder to sleep on. The smile, her smile was not willing to leave her face. He looked so adorable.
"I love you Swayam." she said and planted a small peck on his cheek.
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Edited by tanha29 - 12 years ago
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