“We can never have a romantic relationship,” he finally said, seeing her volume down the music again.
“This was supposed to be a romantic late night drive where we hold hands and listen to music.”
“And?” she questioned.
“And, you are reducing the volume repeatedly,” he was annoyed.
“Because, I need to talk to you,” she complained.
“You will end up spoiling a romantic night.”
“Who said I think late night drives with music is romantic? It all happens in movies. In real we both are weird. You are weird. I am weird. To me, romance isn’t having a glass of champagne with you but to have a coke and complain about how expensive champagne is. It isn’t in the candlelight dinners but how we always end up outside Dominos at midnight, just before it is supposed to close down and have choco-lava cakes in our car. It isn’t in a movie date where we share a popcorn, but how we let everyone else go and form a queue in the interval and when everyone comes back we go and pick the first thing we see, quickly.”
“You always pick Aloo-patties,” he finally laughed.
“That’s not the point. Let’s not focus on having a perfect romantic evening with perfect romantic music and focus on this weird kind of love. There are a different kind of love out there and only our kind of one is real for us. The weird kind of one,” she spoke.
“I am not weird, you are weird,” he punched on her arm.
“I am not weird, you are weird,” she punched back.
“Up for a choco lava cake?” she asked and turned down the volume again. This time he didn’t complain.
“This was supposed to be a romantic late night drive where we hold hands and listen to music.”
“And?” she questioned.
“And, you are reducing the volume repeatedly,” he was annoyed.
“Because, I need to talk to you,” she complained.
“You will end up spoiling a romantic night.”
“Who said I think late night drives with music is romantic? It all happens in movies. In real we both are weird. You are weird. I am weird. To me, romance isn’t having a glass of champagne with you but to have a coke and complain about how expensive champagne is. It isn’t in the candlelight dinners but how we always end up outside Dominos at midnight, just before it is supposed to close down and have choco-lava cakes in our car. It isn’t in a movie date where we share a popcorn, but how we let everyone else go and form a queue in the interval and when everyone comes back we go and pick the first thing we see, quickly.”
“You always pick Aloo-patties,” he finally laughed.
“That’s not the point. Let’s not focus on having a perfect romantic evening with perfect romantic music and focus on this weird kind of love. There are a different kind of love out there and only our kind of one is real for us. The weird kind of one,” she spoke.
“I am not weird, you are weird,” he punched on her arm.
“I am not weird, you are weird,” she punched back.
“Up for a choco lava cake?” she asked and turned down the volume again. This time he didn’t complain.
-Himanshu Appie Chhabra
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