Not sure about love
He often found her in the balcony legs drawn up on the white upholstered lounge chair, poring over a journal as she felt her toes and toe nails
There was usually stacks of journals and reasearch papers strewn over the other chair and the cocktail table
She didnt even look inside or wonder what he was doing
She did that many mornings early when he woke to make himself coffee.
One such morning, three or 4 mornings after reinstating the agreement about her having to eat home cooked food that one evening
He passed by talking on the phone she turned towards her room, and saw him walk by wearing glasses.
He didnt pay attention to her, he was used to seeing her sit there and stare out pretending to read her journal
She quickly layback on her chair
"He wears glasses?" He looked very different she thought.
Chirag was texting her routinely now
Sending her pictures of ULLAL and telling her what to do and what not in Bangalore
Her friend Lissie declared he must be a nice man to be so helpful
He wears glasses and he wears no socks
She went back to obsessing over him without admitting she was.
She told herself she was just curious because he and Chirag were her only connection in Bangalore
Prasad ofcourse, she had full freedom to bring the cat home whenever
The cat practically lived in her apartment now.
She had to get a second look of that face with glasses
She put her papers away and went to the kitchen
He was gone now
"Do you want eggs" she asked him chasing him down at his room he was reading a newspaper online at the desk in the corner.
He was not prepared for such wifely offer
He swallowed a hot mouthful of his chai and nodded
"I am going to make eggs" she said
He looked "different". The silky smooth hair sleep tousled the parting all messed up and those gorgeous glasses
She stood staring for some extra seconds
"Did you want to read the paper?" he asked
"No, I am just thinking you look different" she said
"Oh, these glasses" he grinned
He got up and walked over
"Its OK" she stopped him
He pulled them off and handed it to her
"You can check them out" he handed to her amused
"I have seen glasses, people in Ullal were glasses" she said chuckling
"You think I think of you as a country bumpkin?" he asked
"I dont know what you think of me" she said shrugging
"I think I missed up my eyesight by watching too much TV" he smiled
"My father says its a surprise I dont have glasses" she tried to make him feel better
"Do u watch a lot of TV?" he asked
"we dont have TV at home" she mumbled "I mean many people in Ullal have TVs" she explained
He grinned, looked charming
"I know Trisha, Ive been to Ullal" he said
Not sure how much of that she really internalized. How many trips hes made
She was savoring the chat she did not care
"Then you are fine, no glasses for you."
"My mother wore glasses too" she said sadly "and my brother"
The way he said it sent a shock wave through his system as he suspected her brother was no longer alive
"My mother... she is no longer alive" she said quietly tearing up quietly
"I am sorry" he said politely
"I am going to make the eggs" she said
He followed her to the kitchen
"You took them off?" she asked when she saw him
"I wear when I read" he said confused
"oh" she tried not to sound glum
"I always assumed women did not dig men in glasses"
"maybe... umm.. other women. Not women in academics" she blurted
She turned red when the comment registered in him
"Most scholarly people wear glasses, and sometimes we talk who it suits and who it doesnt etc" she chuckled weakly trying to blunt the effect
"Who we?" he asked
"My friends" "I have three close friends" "Niru, Lissie and Mrudula"
"They love men with glasses too?" he asked as he watched her place the omelette between the toast and slice it in the center deftly
"I am not sure about love" she smiled
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