It’s going to be a tough day today. I can feel it. I know what you are thinking, ‘Since when did men start doing this intuition thing?’ Not my style either, but today I feel it in my gut. I mean how much fun can it be to meet up with your fiancee’s US-returned childhood pal? The one who thinks she knows my girl waaay better than I ever will and loves her waaay more than I ever will do? The ‘I got married before you so I know all about men and I’ll check out your fiancee for you’ friend.
It might have been fine if it were just her. But there’s also the husband to contend with. The ‘Jiju’. Ugh! I hate the sound of that word just as much as I hate it when Aditi goes on and on about him. But then I focus on that tiny endearing lisp she has and I can put up with almost anything. I do love this girl. More than I ever loved any girl, more than I thought I could ever love any girl. Aditi. I love her for her passion, for her strong sense of right and wrong, for the way she stands up for what she believes in, the way she talks – with her entire body – her eyes dance and her hands move as fast as she talks. Oh she can sweep a thousand people along simply on the wave of her enthusiasm. Within the space of a few months she had taken over my first love, Golf.
But I digress.
The thing is I need to get it right today because these guys are important to her. I dressed with care picking out a blue check shirt and my favourite tan jeans.
I arrived well before time but there she was, already. Aditi waved at me like seeing me across the road was the happiest thing that had happened to her. I forgot my nerves, my heart gave a joyous leap and I waved back at her. Sometimes I wondered at this miracle – the miracle that made her love me back just as much as I loved her.
Behind her stood Kirti and the ‘Jiju’ – the two spokes in the wheel of my perfect love story. I crossed over and as she made the introductions I sensed I was being sized up. I sensed a tinge of approval from Kirti but the ‘Jiju’ looked like a tough nut to crack. We must be about the same age, I mused. But he had a huge Rajput moustache that made him look some ten years older. We shook hands and walked into the restaurant.
In that instance I began to empathise with all those girls who had ever had to walk into a room with a tray laden with tea and samosas when the groom’s family came for the bride viewing.
We settled down and Kirti asked me about my parents and work and the wedding date. We seemed to be getting along pretty fine, better than I expected. I would have relaxed but for the Jiju who simply stared on. He was beginning to freak me out when he said, So what’s your handicap? You do play golf, right?
Man oh man! A fellow golfer! Who would have thought! And just like that the ice was broken.
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Written for the prompt ‘Of Ice and Men’ for Day 3 of the second edition of the
fortnight-long Bar-a-thon.
Loved how you interpreted the prompt, Tulika. This reminded me of “Chupke CHupke”. Nice, little story there!
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Oh yes.. jijjaji. I loved the film. Thanks Uma.
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What a delightful story, Tulika! you had me smiling throughout! Loved the read!:)
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Thanks Mayuri. Glad it made you smile.
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Woah! Girl-friends are the hardest to please.. isn’t it?
You handled the prompt so aptly, I’m still thinking what to write!
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Thanks and good luck. I’m sure you will come up with something.
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Yeah trying too hard 😛
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Fun story that kept me engrossed to the cute ending. I felt for the MC and you showed his conflicting emotions so well. Good job!
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Thank you Cathy.
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Interesting way of describing this first meeting!!! Had me laughing a lot at the side thoughts!!! Good one!
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Thank you. This isn’t what I had planned for the prompt. But it just happened.
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That was a good one. Match-making a different way sure 😉
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Ha ha Parul. We have to please so many people before we can marry the person of our dreams.
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That was quite a different take on the prompt Tulika! Only experienced bloggers can do this! Loved the fun and bond in the story!
Cheers
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Aw thanks Geetika.
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What a lovely lovely story, Tulika. Loved it. ♥ LOL, that’s too much love in a few words. 😀
And this is a fabulous take on the prompt!!
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I like ‘love’ so no worries :-). Thanks.
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This was a delightful read, and an interesting take on the prompt, Tulika.
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Thank you Shantala.
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A smart take on the prompt. Loved the story 🙂
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Hey thanks My Era.
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Haha…A happy take on the prompt, loved reading it. This piece reiterates the fact about men and their intuitions with the guy’s intuition about having a tough day failing him. All’s well that ends well.
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Ha ha I never thought of that. It must have simply been his anxiety which he mistook for intuition.
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Thank god. It was getting tense for sure… Sometimes ice gets broken in the surprising ways 🙂
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Yes, when you least expect it to. Thanks for dropping by Raj.
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Hehe .. men will be men and the ice could be broken with sports only. Interesting take on the prompt.
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I find sports, automobiles and politics the greatest ice-breakers for men. Thanks Lata.
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When I go out with my team, which will be like 90% males, they will talk about automobiles which I do not understand. I can do politics and some cricket.
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Tell me about it! The husband is an auto professional and after so many years of marriage still doesn’t make much sense :-).
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