Trading peace... for him
She dressed in a saree not a gown... Sam had given her a couple, she wanted to wear a saree, it was a gold sheath... with a sequined
halter neck gold blouse with a mysterious red glow here and there, the designer had hidden tiny red beads on the blouse,
that from a distance appeared burnt brick like, she dressed her eyes in a smoky gold... with dark eye makeup, and wore a gold bead nose ring and her grand gold jhumkas with no other jewelry
She forced him to shave by nagging him, he took her to Velan first , a Indo Sri Lankan store that pretty much contained everything
She wanted a pressure cooker...
"U can cook easily on the stove top" he argued
"Tum lekar nahi dena chahte to koi baat nahi" she walked away sulking
He chased her down holding her firmly by her waist...
"Vidu da" she hissed
the employee smiled and cleared his throat
"Inga ellarum ipdi daan pudikaranga kannu (here guys hold women like this only dear)
He smiled a half smile as if he understood
"Kyon? nahi le sakti?" she asked
"I cant believe you love it too!!!!!"
"aur kaun love karta hai?" she demanded deliberately knocking over a set of steel tumblers... not wanting to hear his response
"Ma" he said
"SEE... GREAT COOKS LOVE IT" she punched him angrily
"thats the first thing she bought at Hong Kong" he said softly
He paid set it out of the cart first...
And later to the local grocers, he also halted the cab at his favorite butcher to get his veal chops
He asked her to wait outside if she wanted... she nodded thankfully... "I cant give it up but I wont ask you to start liking it" he muttered bending down
I am going to wander" she said
"Only if you have the phone" he ordered
He called her, his Paris phone sang in her cross body sling purse... "Khush?" she asked
He smiled his half smile... at the use of that word in particular
She deinitely spoke more Hindi than he did, especially when she argued and or was trying to tease or mock him
Tamil was her language of love or hate, she spontaneously switched to it at both times...
He walked out 20 minutes later with his fave cut of meat... it was packaged enough that she couldnt see it...
He had to come find her at a local book store, she was looking at a book
French Opera: A Short History Vincent Giroud...she quickly put it away, before he could read
"I dont know anything about French music" she smiled sheepishly
"I dont know so much about you" he thought... she was wearing a multi layered cami, tee, shirt , various uneven layers... her purple bra visible among the various straps
She went from quirky to fashionable to staid to traditional, she did not have a set style in attire, she wore seductively revealing clothes all the time
Never nun like or boring... she had her yellow cord and pendant tucked in her cleavage these days, where her peace circle hung once upon a time,
As if she had traded peace... for him,... permanently
she always had some more buttons than necessary open... he noticed men turn around to look at her, her braid the nose ring, the 5'9" the glossy black hair and those
generous curves on that skinny body drawing a lot of attention much to his chagrin.When the Napoleon flirted with her she giggled at
first quickly withdrawing... suddenly afraid of Napoleon's what seemed to her like unruly advances
He felt smug satisfaction at the way her eyes searched for him in the crowd, like she wanted to be done and be back by him...
"Scared darling?" he wanted to ask...
She had clung to him the rest of the evening, like Napoleon was stalking them
All her fights and anger and feistiness was reserved for him alone.
"Do u listen to French music?" she asked tentatively
"Nope, none actually, unless its playing in the elevator or in the cab" he said firmly
"Did u get ginger at that other place?" she asked scrolling through her list
He nodded, leaning back watching her solitaire sparkle and emot rays of color on the back of the driver seat
"I have choc of every kind" here" she giggled
"We got 7 I think" he said preoccupied, on his phone
"Well then we need to go back" she placed a hand on his phone, covering his screen
He held her hand securely... "can u survive on chocolate one entire day?"
THAT WOULD BE LIKE ASKING "CAN I LAY IN BED 24*7 WITH YOU" DA
I COULD DO THAT IN A HEART BEAT... WHEN THE DAY WOULD END AND NIGHT WOULD BEGIN I WOULDNT KNOW... OR WOULDNT CARE
I COULD LAY IN BED, WATCH YOU, TALK WITH YOU, WATCH YOU SLEEP... WATCH YOU READ
ELLAAME UNNAALE (ALL FOR YOU, ALL BECAUSE OF YOU)
"I was going for a year or two" she said haltingly (survive on chocolate a year or two)
He laughed out loud... she turned to look
"what if someone said you couldnt have any anymore?"
She looked out the window quickly
They didnt speak until they got home... ermm.. for him... its no biggie... for her it was...
She imagined not seeing him ever again...
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She worked with Sooryan FM, he worked with water and Blues...music
She watched him rub the veal, clean the grill, set everything up... she hesitated by the huge gas grill, he opened a smaller one to reveal a "all veggie only?"
She smiled and turned into the kitchen
They took turns ogling at the other... he was organized and quiet, she was cluttered and noisy...the cooker didnt help either for her noise score,
she dropped the knife multiple times when she realized he was looking...
She sent him "Great Food Fast (Best of the Best Presents) Bob Warden's Ultimate Pressure Cooker Recipes"
He sent her "French Opera: A Short History by Vincent Giroud
They were done at 6:30... she went and lay down face down, he walked over and gently rubbed her back, his hands felt moist on her scalp and all over her back
"Its just water" he said
"Mmm" she moaned arching and burying her face in his pillow, she lay on his side..
She felt a trickle she sat up and lifted her cami something white and creamy oozed
He was long gone
"what did you do?" she demanded viciously picking up the transparent Apple keyboard
"WHEN?" HE ASKED
bas***d!!!
"IPPO BEDROOM LA (IN THE BEDROOM) U ASS!!!!
"Oh! That? Whipped cream!" carelessly...as he began to use another keyboard from the sliding tray table
20 minutes to the arrival of people and she had whipping cream dripping from her hair!!
ARGHHH!
