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Wrapped up Truths
Around 1 PM... she woke... when a phone rang disoriented... she answered it..."Hello who is this?"
"French Police" it said... "WHY? WHAT HAPPENED?"
She sat up holding her chest... she could SEE her hand move over her chest... her voice squeaky...
"What happened?"she asked shrilly
"He had a complaint with us yesterday, night time... last day" the man fumbled
"For what?"
"His wife was lost"
Her tears flowed
"I am here... he found me...he found me" she said joyously
"Maam' we know... oui oui.. we knew..." "Mr Balla? Mr Balla announce... informed us" he said
"Ya?" II asked covering her mouth... still unable to stop crying
"We need him to sign papers and give passport copy" he said
"I will let him know" she said hanging up
It was his phone...
She leaned on the headboard and shut her eyes...
Got off the bed and paced the room frantically, went to her purse pulled out her passport
He stepped out of the bathroom area wearing his AW sweats and a navy tee, toweling his hair
"Hey" he said like he always did
She wiped her eyes without turning to look at him.. he walked over,
"I put two mophie juice packs in there, the combined charge will last 28 hours" he said
"I AM NOT LEAVING HOME WITHOUT YOU" she lunged and hugged him tight
"II"
she began to sob
"Whats going on?" he asked
"The French Police called they want my passport copy for file, and me to sign" she rubbed her face on his tee
He wrapped the wet towel around her... and rocked... the tall wiry dude and the slender woman in a saree
She got goosebumps because of the cold towel, he rubbed her arms softly...
she freed herself..."AYYYO YOU HAD TO CALL THE COPS?" she sobbed into her hands softly "I always make sure my charger is
plugged in when I start the car if I leave after 8 from Gurgaon, I always call Appa before during and after...
and in Paris I chose to be SO DUMB. I cannot believe I would do that"
She cried ashamed at her own reckless endangerment... at her complete lack of common sense.. for the brief period where her brain refused to warn her
"My gut is never wrong... I never got any warning that day" she cried
"That guy let u use his phone, so it turned out OK" he said seriously... letting out a long deep breath
"I only wanted to go shopping" she said defending herself softly.
They were both not the best people when they were angry... they realized that.. but loved whipping the other person up to a feverish frenzy each time
"What are you cooking for me?" she asked in a soft sleep drugged voice...
"what do u want to eat?" he asked
"I was just kidding, uve cooked a lot, u need a break" she said firmly "We eat at home mostly at D II" she said sheepishly
"I do it all the time" he said with a half smile "Its called honeymoon for a reason"
"Amma wanted me to cook things you like to eat, I cant cook one" she bit her lower lip trying to arrest the tremble to stop herself from crying
"I could teach you how to cook chicken" he chuckled
She slapped him back handed
"Inga vaa" she invited softly, looking up at him...
He bent down... she messed up the neatly combed cold soft moist silk, inhaling her fingers "Mmm" she buried her face on his chest
"The room's a mess" she said ashamed
"I picked it up II" he said
She groaned trying to understand him... Malcha Marg was a clutter paradise he wouldnt lift a finger... and here he was cleaning up in an hour of causing the mess
He gently traced his index finger on her arm...
" It was insane" he muttered " I wish you had written a note by the snack"
"I was just going shopping"
She wanted to ask him why he had such baseless fears.. she wanted to say "I think u might not want to live with me some day either"
IN THAT WE BOTH ARE ALIKE
WE BOTH FEAR THIS MARRIAGE IS TEMPORARY
She turned to look at him, knowing what he meant
"Did u actually plan to return?" he asked quickly on the defensive
She didnt answer that...
"Did u immediately call the police?" she asked
"I was home at 6? I waited until 8, when u didnt take the phone with you I knew" he said running his hand through his hair
"I was not hurting on Monday so I didnt pop a pain pill" she said
She leaned on the bathroom door he leaned on the door frame...
"I cannot even imagine how it is to be lost some place where you cant speak the language, once trekking through Bolivia,
the place was called Transcordillera, one of the most brutal areas of the Andes mountain range, I trekked with a bunch of guys from a hiker forum
I lost my GPS tracker and wandered 2.5 days" he said
"HOW DID THEY FIND YOU?" she asked horrified
"They missed me I think" he joked flashing a smile
She smacked him stepping forward
"Genius" "I asked you what did u do?
"I had supplies to last a month if if I wanted it was a 12 day trek, I lost my device on day 4... we went back and completed it after we reunited at the base camp"
"I was desperate" he said softly, his eyes closed briefly for a second as if he couldnt believe himself
"I was stupid" she said
"No.. I meant a while ago..." he said connecting with her eyes (speaking of the encounter in the study)
She held it for the longest time
She didnt make him feel better or accuse him or rant... "My period lasts 5 or 6 days" she said
"Uh.. Ummm... its hard for me too" she said blushing
"It was a heady cocktail II, ur condition, the frustration at everything else" his tone was candid and remorseful
... abstinence was a bitch... like withdrawl they both knew that... well.. she didnt until she married him
To her it seemed like have her laptop in front and being unable to work because her hands are tied or something
Its the rush she felt walking into Spectrum every morning... opening her email... or walking into a meeting... it was toxic and hazardous
"I am not the easiest to live with" he said softly
"Likewise!" she said stealing his word
A mirror image like half smile formed on both their lips
a rare admission?
In trying to mimic him she had opened herself up a little, in trying to admit flying off the handle like that he had accepted a flaw
"The phone battery will die" he said back to the Monday fiasco
"I am not going any place without you"
"Thats idiotic" he said bluntly
She walked out of the bathroom
"Maybe... but I am OK" she said, straightening the bed... fluffing the pillows
"the Louvre requires a week... ATLEAST" he said
"u are saying u cant go?" she accused
"We have already been through that" he said frustrated
"Yes we have" she said
"Leave me a note and give me a general idea of where u will be" he said
She turned from the nightstand... and smiled "I dont make the same mistake twice, I hope" she said with a troubled expression
"U wont... dont let ur fears over take you"
"Did u stop hiking after Bolivia?" she asked softly
"No I didnt..." he smiled his half smile "If I wasnt found may be I would have"
"Do u still want to go??" she asked nervously, worried sick it could happen again... trying to assess him
"Umm.." he was trying to assess her as well.
Saying the truth NOW was not a good idea, lying would only give her false hopes
"i wouldnt know where to begin looking for u in Bolivia" she said terrified
As she imagined trying to find HIM in a country where she didnt speak the language
"U wudnt have to "look for me" if u went with me" he said softly doing air quotes
It was truth wrapped in an invite...
She looked at him for the longest time... like she realized it was his answer to her question
"where do u want to eat"
"More like what" she said
"What"
"Idlis" she giggled
"I have to take a call in 10, lets leave at 2:30" he said heading towards the study
"FOR IDLIS?"
"Not sure" he lied... shrugging... watching her shoulders slump in disappointment
She went to the balcony to stare out... called Amma, called Ranjan... he was surprised to hear from her
"U do remember who I am dont you" she giggled
"Oh yes yes, the girl that can give it back to my son" he said
"How are you?" she asked
"I am good betaji... just working"
"U should come to Paris with us next time... the house is very beautiful... its over 140 years old I think" she gushed
"I have been to... many many times" he said "just not to my son's just not on a invitation FROM my son
She wanted to ask if he had been to this apartment but didnt
"How is Lasya?"
"I met them last night for dinner Beeji was leaving so we went to dinner" he said
"How is Bally do u know?" she asked softly
"He is great we met this morning for an hour"
"Is the project OK?"
GREAT II ASK THE CLIENT
DONT CALL BALLY AS YOU MIGHT GET THE TRUTH
IDIOT!!
"Umm its good... its good... its all good"
She had checked her work email she didnt "see" a crisis now she suspected Bally was keeping her "out of the loop"
She worried what it could mean after her return
This project might be the single biggest negative on the road to Group Head she felt... to get to Gurti's level she would have to put in atleast three years
To get to Mr B's, she felt it might take longer than that...
Her real life loomed large and dark outside the balcony
"How is R&B beta" he asked
"Good... working when ever I let him" she giggled
"Dont let him" he said sternly
"Jee" she nodded
"Extend your trip by a week I will talk to Bansal"
"Oh no! No... I cant" she fought back...
His phone clicked with a call waiting
She let him go...
Ran inside to the study
"My tickets" she said "Oh shitt!! "I had to call them in 12 hours to get a full refund"
she said looking at the now spotlessly clean room...
there was a bunch of bourbon stained papers in a paper tray frantically shuffling through
"I cancelled it" he said, quickly closing out of the Saravana Bhavan Paris page on the web on his iMac
"
Around 1 PM... she woke... when a phone rang disoriented... she answered it..."Hello who is this?"
"French Police" it said... "WHY? WHAT HAPPENED?"
She sat up holding her chest... she could SEE her hand move over her chest... her voice squeaky...
"What happened?"she asked shrilly
"He had a complaint with us yesterday, night time... last day" the man fumbled
"For what?"
"His wife was lost"
Her tears flowed
"I am here... he found me...he found me" she said joyously
"Maam' we know... oui oui.. we knew..." "Mr Balla? Mr Balla announce... informed us" he said
"Ya?" II asked covering her mouth... still unable to stop crying
"We need him to sign papers and give passport copy" he said
"I will let him know" she said hanging up
It was his phone...
She leaned on the headboard and shut her eyes...
Got off the bed and paced the room frantically, went to her purse pulled out her passport
He stepped out of the bathroom area wearing his AW sweats and a navy tee, toweling his hair
"Hey" he said like he always did
She wiped her eyes without turning to look at him.. he walked over,
"I put two mophie juice packs in there, the combined charge will last 28 hours" he said
"I AM NOT LEAVING HOME WITHOUT YOU" she lunged and hugged him tight
"II"
she began to sob
"Whats going on?" he asked
"The French Police called they want my passport copy for file, and me to sign" she rubbed her face on his tee
He wrapped the wet towel around her... and rocked... the tall wiry dude and the slender woman in a saree
She got goosebumps because of the cold towel, he rubbed her arms softly...
she freed herself..."AYYYO YOU HAD TO CALL THE COPS?" she sobbed into her hands softly "I always make sure my charger is
plugged in when I start the car if I leave after 8 from Gurgaon, I always call Appa before during and after...
and in Paris I chose to be SO DUMB. I cannot believe I would do that"
She cried ashamed at her own reckless endangerment... at her complete lack of common sense.. for the brief period where her brain refused to warn her
"My gut is never wrong... I never got any warning that day" she cried
"That guy let u use his phone, so it turned out OK" he said seriously... letting out a long deep breath
"I only wanted to go shopping" she said defending herself softly.
They were both not the best people when they were angry... they realized that.. but loved whipping the other person up to a feverish frenzy each time
"What are you cooking for me?" she asked in a soft sleep drugged voice...
"what do u want to eat?" he asked
"I was just kidding, uve cooked a lot, u need a break" she said firmly "We eat at home mostly at D II" she said sheepishly
"I do it all the time" he said with a half smile "Its called honeymoon for a reason"
"Amma wanted me to cook things you like to eat, I cant cook one" she bit her lower lip trying to arrest the tremble to stop herself from crying
"I could teach you how to cook chicken" he chuckled
She slapped him back handed
"Inga vaa" she invited softly, looking up at him...
He bent down... she messed up the neatly combed cold soft moist silk, inhaling her fingers "Mmm" she buried her face on his chest
"The room's a mess" she said ashamed
"I picked it up II" he said
She groaned trying to understand him... Malcha Marg was a clutter paradise he wouldnt lift a finger... and here he was cleaning up in an hour of causing the mess
He gently traced his index finger on her arm...
" It was insane" he muttered " I wish you had written a note by the snack"
"I was just going shopping"
She wanted to ask him why he had such baseless fears.. she wanted to say "I think u might not want to live with me some day either"
IN THAT WE BOTH ARE ALIKE
WE BOTH FEAR THIS MARRIAGE IS TEMPORARY
She turned to look at him, knowing what he meant
"Did u actually plan to return?" he asked quickly on the defensive
She didnt answer that...
"Did u immediately call the police?" she asked
"I was home at 6? I waited until 8, when u didnt take the phone with you I knew" he said running his hand through his hair
"I was not hurting on Monday so I didnt pop a pain pill" she said
She leaned on the bathroom door he leaned on the door frame...
"I cannot even imagine how it is to be lost some place where you cant speak the language, once trekking through Bolivia,
the place was called Transcordillera, one of the most brutal areas of the Andes mountain range, I trekked with a bunch of guys from a hiker forum
I lost my GPS tracker and wandered 2.5 days" he said
"HOW DID THEY FIND YOU?" she asked horrified
"They missed me I think" he joked flashing a smile
She smacked him stepping forward
"Genius" "I asked you what did u do?
"I had supplies to last a month if if I wanted it was a 12 day trek, I lost my device on day 4... we went back and completed it after we reunited at the base camp"
"I was desperate" he said softly, his eyes closed briefly for a second as if he couldnt believe himself
"I was stupid" she said
"No.. I meant a while ago..." he said connecting with her eyes (speaking of the encounter in the study)
She held it for the longest time
She didnt make him feel better or accuse him or rant... "My period lasts 5 or 6 days" she said
"Uh.. Ummm... its hard for me too" she said blushing
"It was a heady cocktail II, ur condition, the frustration at everything else" his tone was candid and remorseful
... abstinence was a bitch... like withdrawl they both knew that... well.. she didnt until she married him
To her it seemed like have her laptop in front and being unable to work because her hands are tied or something
Its the rush she felt walking into Spectrum every morning... opening her email... or walking into a meeting... it was toxic and hazardous
"I am not the easiest to live with" he said softly
"Likewise!" she said stealing his word
A mirror image like half smile formed on both their lips
a rare admission?
In trying to mimic him she had opened herself up a little, in trying to admit flying off the handle like that he had accepted a flaw
"The phone battery will die" he said back to the Monday fiasco
"I am not going any place without you"
"Thats idiotic" he said bluntly
She walked out of the bathroom
"Maybe... but I am OK" she said, straightening the bed... fluffing the pillows
"the Louvre requires a week... ATLEAST" he said
"u are saying u cant go?" she accused
"We have already been through that" he said frustrated
"Yes we have" she said
"Leave me a note and give me a general idea of where u will be" he said
She turned from the nightstand... and smiled "I dont make the same mistake twice, I hope" she said with a troubled expression
"U wont... dont let ur fears over take you"
"Did u stop hiking after Bolivia?" she asked softly
"No I didnt..." he smiled his half smile "If I wasnt found may be I would have"
"Do u still want to go??" she asked nervously, worried sick it could happen again... trying to assess him
"Umm.." he was trying to assess her as well.
Saying the truth NOW was not a good idea, lying would only give her false hopes
"i wouldnt know where to begin looking for u in Bolivia" she said terrified
As she imagined trying to find HIM in a country where she didnt speak the language
"U wudnt have to "look for me" if u went with me" he said softly doing air quotes
It was truth wrapped in an invite...
She looked at him for the longest time... like she realized it was his answer to her question
"where do u want to eat"
"More like what" she said
"What"
"Idlis" she giggled
"I have to take a call in 10, lets leave at 2:30" he said heading towards the study
"FOR IDLIS?"
"Not sure" he lied... shrugging... watching her shoulders slump in disappointment
She went to the balcony to stare out... called Amma, called Ranjan... he was surprised to hear from her
"U do remember who I am dont you" she giggled
"Oh yes yes, the girl that can give it back to my son" he said
"How are you?" she asked
"I am good betaji... just working"
"U should come to Paris with us next time... the house is very beautiful... its over 140 years old I think" she gushed
"I have been to... many many times" he said "just not to my son's just not on a invitation FROM my son
She wanted to ask if he had been to this apartment but didnt
"How is Lasya?"
"I met them last night for dinner Beeji was leaving so we went to dinner" he said
"How is Bally do u know?" she asked softly
"He is great we met this morning for an hour"
"Is the project OK?"
GREAT II ASK THE CLIENT
DONT CALL BALLY AS YOU MIGHT GET THE TRUTH
IDIOT!!
"Umm its good... its good... its all good"
She had checked her work email she didnt "see" a crisis now she suspected Bally was keeping her "out of the loop"
She worried what it could mean after her return
This project might be the single biggest negative on the road to Group Head she felt... to get to Gurti's level she would have to put in atleast three years
To get to Mr B's, she felt it might take longer than that...
Her real life loomed large and dark outside the balcony
"How is R&B beta" he asked
"Good... working when ever I let him" she giggled
"Dont let him" he said sternly
"Jee" she nodded
"Extend your trip by a week I will talk to Bansal"
"Oh no! No... I cant" she fought back...
His phone clicked with a call waiting
She let him go...
Ran inside to the study
"My tickets" she said "Oh shitt!! "I had to call them in 12 hours to get a full refund"
she said looking at the now spotlessly clean room...
there was a bunch of bourbon stained papers in a paper tray frantically shuffling through
"I cancelled it" he said, quickly closing out of the Saravana Bhavan Paris page on the web on his iMac
"
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