Honey! I would never lie* to you

Thats true. We all say lies. But I dont lie big. I will do it little by little. So you see, I can never be called a big liar unless she sums it up. But there is even a book on that. "Why men lie and women cry". The guy who wrote that book should have read my mind for sure. It was all about me and a little about her too. My answer to his book is simple.

"Men lie because women would cry if they dont.

Women cry because they easily find out when men lie."

So you see it all falls around women and their crying. Seriously men had nothing to do that. Thats what I claimed till she threw a fork at me. I just hope that she thought it was a spoon. Anyway, the doctor said that my puncture wound will heal in few days and advised me not to get in the middle of a dart game.

Now I think you know the reason why I lie. Only a little though. But the biggest problem is that I am so good at telling lies that sometimes I would think they are true and act according to that. For example, when I told her that I couldnt meet her at the coffee day because I was having a sprain in my leg, the next day I went to the doctor to look after my leg and he charged me 5000 bucks for testing his new cash picking machines called xrays and scans and told me that it I am just imaging things. He was right ike a doctor in that.

So here I was again driving my bike to see her in coffee day and I remember I am late for 15 mins because of the traffic jam though I see not even a bread slice where there can be jam. It was like everyone is in hiome watching mega serials. So I reached there 16 mins late according to my time. but then she was sitting staring at the empty cappachino cup that might break if she stares a little longer. Anyway it wont as I saved it as her stare turned to me. I thought I would get burnt. I should have let the cup break.
"You are 30 mins late". she bit her lip.
"No. I am just 16 mins late. And if I remember my mention about the traffic, I am just 1 min late"
"You called me half an hour back. Do you want to see the call records in my mobile"
Damn. I should invent some virus to delete the call records when the call ends. Something like Mission Impossible movies. The message will self destruct in 15 secs and she would not have any proof that I am late. But now she have.
So I had to put a little lie. "Oh is it. Oh! look! my watch stopped. It must have stopped when the other bike hit me while moving in the traffic."
"Thats bad. Are you hurt?" she was suddenly caring. That was great. But I had to keep the rhythm. Nothing much. Just a little scratch on my hands..... and my index finger too."
"Oh! I am sorry. Let me take a look" She took my hand and I gave a little "ouch". She looked at me if I am a kid crying out of pain and then kissed my hand.
Man, I should have told something more. May be a guy punched me down. yeah. And then I fell right on the road with my face down.
But then she wouldnt have touched me at all.
"Where is your watch?" she asked.
"I must have forgotten in my house" My mind still trying to invent some places where I got hurt.
"What?" she yelled.
Thats when I came back to reality. I am going to get hurt everywhere. So I had to put up some little lie there.
"Yeah! I left the watch you gifted me in my house. I didnt want to put it in this traffice you know. Something might happen and it might stop"
"... like today?" she added. She was hinting something.
"Yeah! like toda.....y." Thats when it hit me and to avoid being hit, I added a pinch.
"I was wearing the one that my colleagues gifted for my birthday"
"So what happened to it?"
"It stopped. I told you that before".
Now she was getting irritated. "I thought it stopped running. But I didnt think it stopped walking with your hand!"
Her sense of humor is always great. Especially when she is angry and I am in danger.
I wondered how much she know why I was late. She cant be knowing that there was no traffic all the way. And definitely she doesnt know that I was in cricket ground all day which according to her is a waste of time from the time India lost against Pakistan. May be she doesnot know anything. So I added a little more.
"May be. It must have fallen when I had the accident back there"
She wasnt buying it. I know something was amiss with my little lies. Something disconnected.
"Then how come you told me that your watch stopped working".

One should realise that in the art of telling lies, you can stack up lies one above the other until it reaches a point at which it will start to collpase* and thats when your girl friend finds out and your lies collpase like a demolished building. And I have reached my point of saturation by that time. One another lie will collapse my enitre stack. But similar to every law that has an asterix(*) attached to it, so do the art of telling lies which states that the collapse can be solved by moving few tiles to the base and starting a new stack out of it.

So I moved a few tiles like keeping the watch at house and got hit by a bike but left the rest in the old stack. To create the base for this stack, I had to create a larger lie.
"Honey! What really happened is that there was no traffic. I actually got stuck in the hospital because my ML met in an accident and I had to give blood. I thought you would be worried if I say the truth"

With that strong base, her face showed pitiful at me and I felt that I will get a kiss again. But her doubtful mind shot again. "Is that your lady ML who fancies you a lot?"

Should I be happy that she thinks that SOMEONE fancies me or should I be alarmed that SHE thinks that? Its a difficult situation. But I maintained the same way. "Dont be silly. She is such a irritating person. You know I hate her all the time. what ever she might think, you know I hate her."

"Then why would someone wear the watch she gifted all the time even when visiting their girl friend?"

"May be to lose it like what happened today".

She bought the perfect lie though she said "You are lying. I know that". She was absolutely right. Actually I can never forgive myself if I lose that black Titan metallic watch which was really cool that I never remove it other than the time visiting her.

"Of course not. I am glad that I didnt wear the watch you gifted honey". I was speaking the truth here. A gold plated watch with gold dials and gold background is not something I dreamt for.

"Yeah!" She looked at me like I have done the most respectful thing in my life and our eyes met. "I love you" she said.

"Me too" I said speaking the truth.

"May be you should take me to visit her. How is she now"

"She is fine. It was just her hand and the index finger". I ran out of lies and was using the old lie again which is a big blunde when you have an intelligent girl beside you. I knew the stack is going to collapse.

Before I could build up a new lie, she pushed me away and threw the coffee cup at me. It hit my left hand and the index finger and it broke... I meant the cup.

I shouted "ouch" which was a true voice. With the realization that I shouted the truth, she came towards me frightened if she had broken my hand and touched it for which I shouted "ouch" but that was another tile on the stack. She was saying sorry repeatedly and took my hand and kissed it. I am not sure why girls think that if they kiss a person's wound, it would stop the pain. The scientists should research on girls' lips because it actually works. I was happy that the cup broke. She insisted that we should go to the hospital though I know it would just be another attempt to give cash for using the doctor's costly toys. And thats when I got the phone call. She took the phone and answered it. When she finished the call, she looked sad and said "Your ML met with an accident it seems. They are asking if you can give blood".

Now I got scared. My lies are turning to truth now. We got to the bike and started driving towards the hospital. My mind was wandering only towards the black Titan metallic watch that I forgot at the cricket ground. May be no one will notice it in the dark. And then it started to rain. The watch isnt waterproof. We got completely wet as we reached the hospital. There was complete traffic all the way and we got stuck for 16 mins in the rain.

Honey! Its too late

Continuation from "Honey! Are you ok?" which is continued from Honey! Lets Break Up.

I have been trying to find a way how to say that I want to break up with her. And here she is asking me the question straight at my face. Now I don’t know what to say.

“What?” was all I could respond.
“Do you like me or not?”
“What are you talking about?” I tried to keep a puzzled face.
“I can’t see you like this anymore. Do you think I haven’t noticed you?” She asked.
So you have been noticing all this time but never said anything was all I could think of.
But I kept the same words to her. “What are you talking about?”
Its really interesting to think that you know what you have to say but you don’t say it for reasons that you don’t know. I was not able to say anything to her.
This time, I really tried hard to look puzzled. Anyone who would have seen my face would consider that Mr. Bean has a handsome face.
“Don’t lie to me”
“Seriously, why are you asking these stupid things” I tried to laugh.
“Do you think asking “Do you like me?” is STUPID?” She shouted.
That made me silent. I can’t talk aloud now.
“No. what I mean is...” I tried to talk.
“Do you think I am stupid just blabbing all the time”, she was furious.
“Of course not” I tried to keep an innocent face. But it’s not working.
“Then tell me, whats wrong?” she was stubborn.
I didn’t know what to say. The service guy kept the croissant and Tropical Iceberg on the table and left. I dragged the Tropical iceberg towards me and started to stir it analyzing it. She was still looking at me and I was looking at the iceberg. She was not ready to give up and so was I. I want to know how the Tropical iceberg was made. She repeated her question as if I didn’t hear her before.
“Do you love me or not?”.
That is an excellent question. It made me recall the scene from Spiderman 2 when Mary Jane asks Peter “Do you love me or not?”. And I remember that a car will come crashing into the restaurant. I suddenly got scared. Is this some kind of Déjà vu. I just turned around to see if there are any cars outside. None I could see. Little relaxed, I turned back and found her still staring at me. I choose to analyze the iceberg again. Was this named after the iceberg that hit the Titanic? I felt pain in my eyes. It was like my eyes were burning. And I know the reason. She was staring at me. I should do something or else, she will burn me with her eyes.
I can see the ice cubes in the Tropical iceberg melting.
I must tell something to her. But I don’t know what to say. All the preparations I had made all the way evaporated away leaving me still thinking what to say instead of how to say.

At this point, someone came and sat next to her. Before I could object, he spoke. “Hi there.” He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans and looked exactly like me. First confused but then I realized it must be my soul. But aren’t souls supposed to be wearing white. Is this some day that the souls are allowed to wear casuals. May be it got dirty. And then it started talking to me as they talk in all those movies.

(For your understanding here, my soul would be talking in Italics.)
“Come on. Tell her that you don’t love her. Tell her that you are dumping her” She was still staring at me.
May be I could toss a coin to determine what to say. No. I am never good at coin toss. But what will I wish for. That’s the biggest question for me. I got confused.
I said “of course.... of course I love you”

My soul was not happy at all. It was shaking its head and was advising me again. “What are you talking idiot. You know what you have to say. Don’t waste this opportunity.”
“Really?” She asked doubtfully.
“Go ahead. Tell her that you don’t like her”
I don’t know what to say. Do I love her or not? It was a question I don’t know the answer.
“Yeah! I love you. What are you talking about?” I said.

“No! No! You are not making any sense. Tell her the truth. You have practicing to say it for many months. Now don’t screw it up.”

“Really, there is nothing” I shook my shoulders as if there isn’t anything to worry about.
“Are you sure, you are ok?” She persisted but with a hope in her eyes.
”Please, I beg you. Tell her. Don’t think that she will cry. Let her cry. Tell her”
“I mean... yeah. whats the problem. What are you.. worried about?”
“Then why were you acting weird all this time. Why weren’t you calling me for such a long time?”
“That’s because he don’t want to talk with you”
My soul was telling her which she obviously couldn’t hear. How advantageous it is that your soul can talk only to you as if the communication has been encrypted and a Virtual Private Network tunnel has been established between you and your soul alone!
I couldn’t answer that. I kept staring at the Tropical iceberg.
“Why didn’t you bother to tell me that you are promoted? I had to find it out from someone else.”
Now who is that &@%&^@#@$&$ who told her about the promotion, is all that I was wondering. Obviously someone has been spying on me. My secret base has been infiltrated and I wanted to know who that is.
I kept staring at the drink while she kept on questioning me why, why and why.
I kept my face down looking into the drink liking a school kid not answering any of the questions that the teacher asks hoping that the teacher will get bored and leave after sometime. We used to call it as the Ahimsa treatment. So I was doing the same to her. Whatever she asked, I would just stare at the drink occasionally shaking my head or moving my shoulders saying no.
“Why is that you didn’t even care to tell me that you were going on a tour last week?”
And then it hit me. My analysis on the iceberg was complete. There were 12 ice cubes in the drink. With each ice cube of size 1 cubic inch size, it would leave a space of only 100 ml of drink in the cup. I had been paying 40 rupees for 100ml of plain coffee. I had been cheated by Coffee Day all this time.
“Stop trying to solve the world economy you dumbo. Come back to the real world”, my soul started to scold me again.
But I am such a person who never listens to the soul.
”Nothing. I said nothing. I am fine”, I assured her.
”Honey, are you ok?” She asked again.
“Yeah” I replied.
“Are you happy between us?” she asked again. Her eyes were probing to find any uncertainty within me.
”Do you want me to say no?” I acted defensive to her question. I know she don’t want me to answer no.
”of course not. I love you too”
“Then what?” I raised my voice. Best way of defense is offense. And it helped me well.
I could see a small smile on her face.
”is it?” she joked.
”what……Yeah!” I tried to look honest.
My soul was completely broken. It stood up and swore bad at me that even I have never swore at anyone like that before and went off in a puff.

She was still looking into my eyes, but it was cooler. I always how can girl’s eyes can become red hot as well as cool breeze anytime they want. Its as if though they have a temperature regulator fitted in their eyes.
”I really love you.” I reassured her.
She was smiling well. “Me too”, she said.
”I was really busy... you know. I didn’t have even for myself. I mean.... I couldn’t spend time for yourself.. I mean.. for you” I was stammering trying to catch words from the air.
Its always hard for me to lie without proper preparations. And combined with her cool eyes, its hard even to talk anything different from truth.
I looked into her eyes and said “I assure you, there is nothing wrong”
“Are you sure, you are ok?”
“So you don’t believe me?” I asked her.
”Of course, I believe you” She was laughing now.
”I really really love you”. I said again. I didn’t know whether I was lying or telling the truth.
”okay....” She replied still looking at me.
”What okay? What else to say?”
She smiled. “I am sorry I asked you like that. I was just afraid about you?”
“Don’t worry. Your boy friend is not bewitched by any beautiful witches.”
She laughed and then put her hands on mine and smiled “I love you too”.

”okay okay.” I couldn’t take any more. “ Enough of this. Lets go somewhere” I said and got up to leave.
My soul was no where to be seen. May be it went inside me again.
”No. It’s ok. It’s already late” she resisted.
”No way. We are going to the ice-cream parlor now. So lets go soon.” I continued.
”Honey! Its too late. We can go some other day.”

I took her hands and dragged her from the chair and we walked towards the exit.
She gave up at last and came along. When we reached the door, she again resisted and pulled away her hands from me all of a sudden.
I was not ready to give up and pulled her again and tried to go out of the door pulling her. Interested more on taking her out, I didn’t notice the family who were trying to enter through the door which I have been blocking for sometime. The old person who was standing outside patted my shoulders and I moved aside still holding her hands. She was trying everyway to escape from my hold. The old person was still standing outside and tapped me again. I was wondering if he wanted me to move away and then I saw him pointing to my hand angrily. He was asking me to leave her hand. I also got angry and would have shouted at him “Mind your own business ......” had it not been for her to pull away from my grasp and shout “That’s my dad”! Hearing that, luckily, I didn’t faint. I just fell off backwards crashing on the table behind and breaking my arms.

Its been exactly six years since that event happened. My daughter came to me trying to look into the notebook wondering what I am smiling about. “What are you reading daddy?” she asked. “Hmm... a moral story honey!” was all I could tell her. She looked beautiful right like her mom. “So what is the moral of the story daddy?” she asked curiously. My wife had been telling her moral stories at nights.
I thought for a while and sighed “The moral is.... The squeaky wheel gets the grease”
She looked confused and asked “What does it mean daddy?”
“It means Speak when you have to” and for me “Speak whats in your mind when you have to”.
She still couldn’t understand it. She turned around and ran out of the room and the dog with my name followed her still barking “Bow bow”. It hasn’t learnt English yet.

Honey! Are you ok?

Continuation from the story “Honey! Let’s break up!” posted here.

It’s been at least 3 months since I had set my alarm clock. After all, it too cheated me all the time. Not that it didn’t do its duty by waking me up in the morning. It does that job well. In fact, I sometimes fell out of bed in shock of the sound that it makes. It scared me to the nerves when I had watched a war movie the night before and there were lot of sirens in that movie. Obviously, I was having a dream of that in which I was the Army commander trying to seek in to the enemy base and God knows why I was there to steal the banana from the fridge. I had almost accomplished my mission that I was inside the kitchen (of the enemy military base) with my hands near the fridge door. And that’s when the alarm went off and I felt the siren in my dreams and was shot from every direction with machine guns that fired dart pins.
I woke up screaming and had to check for any holes on me to be sure that it was only a dream. So it did a very good job. But the part was it always failed the reason why I would set the alarm for that day. It never helped me in telling her about the break up. And for that reason, I stopped using alarm clock and never made any chances to tell her. I was feeling bad of course and I blamed her for making me hate the alarm clock. If only she could have understood what was in my mind.... My mobile beeped. It’s the morning message from her. In every other day, I would have read it. It would mostly be “Good morning Shabby! Lazy one! Dirty fellow! Yawning puppy! Sleeping donkey! My sweetheart!” Something silly. But something interesting. But today, I don’t want to read it. It always makes me feel that someone is stuffing my mouth full of chocolates making me not able to speak when I was trying to say that I have diabetes. So I just got up and went for the shower. When I came back, my mobile beeped again.
I decided to check the message. It was not her. It was the message from my cellular provider. “Have the latest songs from Devdas as your ring tones for free. Just call XXXXX and say devdas.” And it did have the final part of the message “Calls charged at premium rates”. So basically, you wont be charged for the tunes, but you are definitely charged (at premium) for calling them to get the tunes for free. That is what I call an interesting offer. But I am not interested in that. So I deleted it and saw the other new message.
It was not from her. It was from my friend who is supposed to come to my home today. It said “Open the door”. That’s when I found out that there were 10+ missed calls. Oh oh! I am in deep trouble. I ran downstairs fast and opened the door just to find out that the boy from the laundry about to knock the door. He was quite surprised to see me, as he used to be the one who would wake me up on weekends trying his best not to break the door. But I ignored him and went outside to search for my friend. The laundry kid looked puzzled and said “Brother, I am here”. He had thought that I am still sleeping and couldn’t see him. I gave him a stare and went to the backyard of the house to see if my friend was trying to get through the back door which I always keep closed. He was not there and he hasn’t broken the door. So I came back to the front door and the laundry boy was sure that something is wrong with me. He gave another puzzled look and walked away. May be he went to call the mental hospital. For me that was better than getting beaten up by my friend. Then my mobile beeped again.
When I opened it, it was her. But it was not the usual morning message. It said “Sall v meet @ CD at SS”. She have learnt the sms lingo very much that I had to call her sometimes to understand it. But now the message was clear. “Shall we meet at Coffee Day at Sunset (6PM)” That was not her style. Her message will usually be like a commander rather than a negotiator. Her last similar message was “CD @ SS”. It’s like “Do as I am told. No questions asked. Just obey and you will live”. It also gave me a chill that made me feel as if though I am a CIA agent communicating with secret codes. When I started walked back towards my house, If found the door closed. My mobile beeped again. “Stay outside for an hour &^$@#&^%&^#%$ (censored). I started banging the door and it helped me to convince my friend to open the door in 59:55 seconds. How he got into the house was something not to be discussed as some thieves might use that idea. I had to allocate 5k of my funds for the repairs on the window of my bed room.
The evening appeared and I was little thoughtful why she had messaged me like that. Some part of my mind said that she might have understood my long time goal of telling her that I don’t want to be together anymore. And I am prepared to face it in every way I can. I won’t be cheated neither by her smile nor her tears. You should know that months of longing to do something gives you strength that you can never imagine. So I am completely ready for anything. But the other part of my mind said it might be something else different. And my mind kept on wondering why there were no calls from her either. Not that I want her to call me. But it was very strange for her. So when I started from my house in the evening, my mind was trying to figure out what would be on her mind and I realized that I am already late.
When I reached the Coffee Day, she was already in our usual desk. The service guy has become a friend of mine by this time that he never asks for order instead bring them automatically. I would always order the croissant and a Tropical iceberg. When I reached the desk, I found her in no good mood. Her face was swollen and she was not in her usual make up which always made her look bright even when she is near the Aishwarya Rai wallpaper that is on the wall behind her. I suddenly felt if she is going to say that is engaged to someone else. I wondered if I should be happy or not. I didn’t feel happy though. So I started the talk.

“So nice dress again?”
“Hmm hmm...” she replied.
“Same order?”
“Hmm...” she said.
“Its hot”, I know it was very cold.
“Yeah...” she accepted. I became worried. Something is definitely wrong.
“Hey! What’s up”, I asked trying to look at her face. She still kept her head down as if though looking at her feet.
“Hey! whats up da” I added. And then she started crying. I could see tears rushing through her eyes all of a sudden. She was trying not to make others hear her cry. Though her hands tried to wipe the tears off, there was no sign of the tears stopping to flow. In few seconds, tears were wetting the table and her hands were full of tears. And my heart stopped to beat. I really didn’t understand why she was crying. I moved toward her side and held her to my shoulders “Hey! What happened? Why are you crying?”. But she couldnt stop. She used her kerchief to stop the tears. But in no more than 2 seconds, they were completely wet. I couldnt do anything but hold her close and give her my shoulder to cry. She was crying like a baby. My imaginations went from her getting married to someone to someone important in her family die and even to some bizarre effect from the incurable diseases as shown in Indian movies. I had to hit myself to stop thinking stupid. Then I noticed that many persons were already staring at me. I gave them the innocent look, “I swear I didn’t do anything”. But still they kept staring back. And the waiter was walking towards me with an angry face. But he had a big belly and shouted “Take the bike”.
I was wondering where he is asking me to go. I still gave an innocent look. When he came near he transformed into traffic police and that’s when I realized that I was in my bike still waiting at the signal. I had been dreaming all the time. Not ready to slim out my wallet, I rushed fast before he could reach me and I succeeded it. It was not his lucky day. I reached Coffee Day atlast and rushed faster to our desk. She was not sitting there though. I found her sitting in a corner table which she usual chooses when there is something important to talk about. The importance would mostly be for her and I would usually be saying “really?? (With an exclamation)” or “I am sorry for that” (with a sorrowful face). I wondered what is there for me today.
She wasn’t crying like the way I saw in my dream. But she looked prepared for something. When I said hi, she looked at me though her eyes were looking somewhere else. I think I am going to say sorry today. I waved my hands to the service guy and we communicated with signs. I showed him my left index finger twice and he replied back with his thumb and left index finger touching each other and the other fingers pointing out. That means he have understood what I said. And then he asked me something by keeping his fingers open and beating a drum that doesn’t exist. I really didn’t know what he said, but I waved my hands upward meaning “Go ahead”. He also gave me a puzzled look and turned away.
With the message sent, I sat down facing her. She kept her head turned to the side obviously watching the wall. So I also tried to follow her by seeing the wall. The problem was that there was nothing there and so I resorted to look at her face instead. She faced me after sometime with some determination in her face. This must be about the dress that I had promised to buy for her. But it was not.
She said “What’s wrong with you?”.
That was an unexpected question.
“Nothing” I gave a puzzled look.
“Tell me. What’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me?” I was really puzzled.
“You tell me. What’s happening to you?”
“Nothing different” I looked at myself to assure that I am fine.
“Don’t you like me?” She asked bluntly.

I was shocked. Totally shocked. Except that there was no electricity passing through me.

To be continued.........

Honey! Lets Break Up

************************ DISCLAIMER************************
As always, this is a pure fictional story that my right brain created out of pure imagination. Resemblance to any real life incident or real person is coincidental and the author(thats me) can not take any responsibility for any of your assumptions.

The alarm started ringing exactly at 6:09AM. At least the alarm is doing what I wanted. I am happy about that at least. But why I kept the alarm at 6:09 is for a reason. Today will be my 10th attempt. All my previous attempts to say "Honey! Lets break up" was a failure. The one that happened at 6:05AM was the worst. I said "Honey! Lets marry up" instead. And she was in seventh heaven. I was in hell of course. Why in the world did I say that? Yeah. I remember. She was wearing the pink dress I brought her and I just couldn't come out of the mind that she was looking beautiful than ever. I was very careful on 6:08AM day and told her particularly not to wear anything that I had commented to be beautiful for her. She said something that I can never forget that my imaginations ran wild and I hit the bed and slept for hours trying to get rid of the imagination. And that was the end of 6:08AM day. Anyway, think its enough thinking of the past. I have to see if I can make it today at the least.
I went to the shower and turned on the hot water. I stood still as the warm water took away the drowsiness from my body. I felt relaxed. Standing in hot water always helped me overcome my tensions. I practiced saying the words again. "Honey…. Honey….. lets brick up… no no… lets break up.. lets break up… lets break up… L-E-T-S B-R-E-A-K U-P…..lets break up………HONEY! LETS BREAK UP" Yes. Yes. I think this will work out good. I am already feeling good. Completely refreshed, I came out and got ready for the day. Then I went down to make toast for breakfast. I placed two bread slices on the toaster and opened the fridge to take out the jam and took out the Pineapple flavor without any thought. Then only I released I shouldn't have taken it. She likes this flavor very much. You idiot. You should learn from your mistakes. This was the reason for the failure of 6:04AM day. I kept it back and took blackberry flavor instead. I think she hates it. Good choice. The day is already looking better.

I got on my Pulsar and put on the key and placed the bet again. It will be success if the bike starts on the first try itself. I closed my eyes and turned the key. Nothing happened. Damn. Not again. May be I should take three chances. So I prayed and turned the key again. Nothing. Not even a sign. Okay. Final try I said to myself. I concentrated all my energy to my fingers and pressed the key as if though passing electricity from my mind to the bike. Then I turned the key…… no… no... no… Waste of time. The bike didn't show any trace of willingness to start. Then I noticed why the bike is not starting up. I haven't switched on the Engine switch. No wonder I lost the bet. I put on the switch and started the bike. After all, I don't believe in this silly bet stuff. I drove directly to Coffee Day where DA would be waiting for me.

It's a fifteen minutes drive from my home. I kept on practicing the words again and again in my mind. I decided that neither her smile nor her tears should change my mind today. You know girls can melt you easily by their smile and tears. A little smile can make your day the brightest ever and a single tear can stop your heartbeat that you would do anything in the world to make sure the tear never comes out again. The smile was the reason for the failure of the very first day and 6:03AM failed because of a tear. I couldn't tell her the words when she smiled directly at me when I told her "I have something important to tell her". It took me more than a week to recover from that smile and to get ready for 6:01AM day. I also couldn't tell her when she was already crying for losing the watch I gifted her on her birthday. I had to console her for a long time and bought her a puppy on the same day. She gave my name to the puppy and has already started teaching English to it. It looks more pitiful than me knowing that it can never say an English word other than "Bow bow" anyway.

Damn. It's the traffic signal. The only thing I hate about driving a bike is waiting in the traffic signal. A waste of time which occurs without any of your action. It's the time that is always out of your control. You can never plan for avoiding a traffic signal. My very first day got lost for this same reason. I was very well prepared after thinking a lot about the break-up. I was sure that it is the only possible solution and was heading to see her, when the traffic signal spoiled my day. Restless not able to wait in the signal, I drove while the signal was red only to make a lorry coming from the other side put on a sudden break bringing the car that was coming at its back to hit the lorry, while the two wheelers hit the car with an auto from the left side crashing on the road side where a man dived at the right time to avoid being hit by the auto. The traffic police was already on my side and after an hour he was counting 1000 rupees that was in my pocket before I made the lorry to apply break. I never carried more than 200 rupees after that incident. And the first day ended immediately as she had already left Coffee day when I reached there.

Luckily, there are many vehicles in front of me today and I cannot cause an accident even if I intend to. So the day progressed quietly as the signal turned green. I reached our usual meeting spot 2 minutes ahead. The clock showed 8:28AM. I decided to check if everything is right and nothing should be there to stop me saying the words today. I turned around to see if any couples are sitting around, especially whether there is any pair holding each others' hands. This was the reason for 6:02AM failure. I was gathering the words to start the conversation on that day when she spotted a pair completely in their own world holding hands together and dreaming in each other's eyes. Watching that, she pulled my hand and held with hers and was staring at the pair continuously. Still looking at the pair, she asked "What do you think they would be thinking right now?" For a guy who had gathered all the courage to tell the words, everything melted down by the sweet voice and the touch of her hands. When the same situation happened on 6:06AM day, she was holding my hands and looking at the pair sitting at the other corner. The girl was telling something in the guy's ear and they were laughing. Then the guy would tell something in the girl's ear and she would hit him playfully and both would laugh. Seeing this, she suddenly asked me. "What do you think the guy was telling her?" My first thought was "How would I know?" But I told something else that was right on my mind. It was a splendid response honestly. I gave her a look like why would I care and told her "May be he was telling her that he is breaking up and she is happy about it" I actually got an immediate response from her which was splendid and hot too. She poured the entire cappuccino over me making coffee-shirt out of my t-shirt. She left immediately and the day was over. I was happy anyway that I said those words indirectly. But her response showed that I have to be careful next time to order cool drinks instead.

My phone beeped. It was her. "Hi honey! I ll b thr in 10m. I am stuk in traffic."
I think I have to plan how I am going to start the talk today. May be I should start by pointing out the differences between us. That might hint her a bit. You know girls are always good at reading between the lines. They never go for the words you speak out. They always try to find the meaning of the unspoken words. But that didn't work out for me earlier. It was on 6:05AM day. I told her that there was an article in "The Hindu" by a well known psychiatrist that 2 out of 3 girls break up with their first boyfriend and find the correct guy only on the second time. To my surprise, she actually asked the page number. When I told her it was on page number 12, she started teasing that I am acting like a grown up reading newspapers totally missing my point I was trying to tell her. She then started discussing about how much she hate to read newspapers but buys it solely to solve the Sudoku puzzle that's comes everyday. The conversation ended up with me teaching her some techniques to solve Sudoku.

I went to the counter and ordered one cold coffee and one mango colada. I would have ordered Granitas. But I don't want to end up having ice chips inside my t-shirt today. When I came back to the table, I saw her coming out of the auto. She was wearing blue jeans and white tops which is her usual style. She waved her hands as she saw me at the table. I just raised my hand and tried to recall the words I had to say. It's direct to business today. So I started the talk even before she sat down.
I said "Hone…"
"What did you order?" she interrupted. "I am having cold. Let's have something hot. I want to have cappuccino please. I don't want to have the colada and turn my voice to a dinosaur" She laughed at her own joke.
"Yeah... yeah…" I too laughed not knowing what to say. "Sure. I will change the order" I went back to the counter.
You are going to hot cappuccino again on your t-shirt idiot. I asked the guy for cappuccino and told him not to keep the cappuccino hot. When I returned back to the table, she was eating polo. Seeing me she asked in her low tone, "See if I am having fever" I touched her forehead and found it warm.
"I think so" I replied.
"I think I will take leave today. I don't feel well at all."
"Yeah" I said. I wasn't ready to discuss more on that. I felt sorry for her though.
"I want to tell you something" I started without looking at her.
"What is it" she asked.

Suddenly the café guy placed mango colada and cappuccino on the table.
"Hey! I asked for cold coffee. Not mango colada" I complained.
"Cold coffee is also coming sir." He said coolly.
"What! I asked for cappuccino instead of mango colada"
He looked confused and said "No sir. You ordered three items".
"Yeah! But I cancelled mango colada" I corrected.
He was not ready to take back the served colada.
I suddenly realized that this is taking me away from the reason I came to coffee day.
I said ok to him and turned back to her.
"Yeah! Tell me" she helped.
She was sipping the hot cappuccino. I decided to wait till she finishes the coffee.
"Nothing. Drink the coffee" I got completely nervous.
Should I tell her or not? I should. But how? All the preparations I made from the morning weren't providing any help. I just kept staring at the white swirls in the coffee.
"Hmmm. Tell me. What is it?" she asked again.
"I... I… want to… I want… to say…"
"Achoo!" She sneezed.
She looked terrible having cold.
"Honey!..."
"Achoo! Yes baby…" She couldn't control the sneeze.
"I think... we... we should move on"
"Yeah! Let's leave. I cant sit here anymore, Drop me at my home" she was still concerned about her cold.

Why can't she understand my words? But she looks really awful. She must be feeling very bad. I am not ready to make this a failure though. But how can I tell her when she is feeling ill. She is not even to speak properly. She will not be able to take it. She dragged the chair next to me and leaned her head on my shoulders. That’s the end of my day. I could feel that she is having fever. She raised her head slowly and spoke in a weak voice. "Are you going to drink the mango colada as well?" I know what it means. It means you have had enough. I made up my mind. I am not going to drink the mango colada and I am going to set the alarm to 6:10AM next week.
I stood up and took her to the bike and told her "We are going to hospital now"
She leaned over my back and closed her eyes feeling safe with me. Why the hell am I trying to break up with her? I will let her know it sooner.