This evening, I was wondering what shall I write next in my blog. I was searching my hard disk for articles that I had written or collected. Then, I found this article which my brother Sachin had extracted from the novel “One Night @ the Call Center” by Chetan Bhagat. I had read that book a long time ago so I re-read the article to revive my brain cells. I found it really nice again. So I thought of posting it in my blog.
She came on time that day. After all, she was coming with a purpose. This was not a date- we were meeting to formally break up. Actually, there was nothing left in our relationship to break anymore. Still, I had agreed, if only to see her face as she told me. She also wanted to discuss how we were to interact with each other and move forward. Discuss, interact, move forward- when you start using words like that, you know the relationship is dead.
We chose Pizza Hut only because it was, well, convenient. For break-ups, location takes priority over ambience. She had come to shop in Sahara Mall, where half of Delhi descends whenever there is a public holiday.
âHi,â she said and looked at her watch. âWow! Look, I have actually come on time today. How are you?â She held her shirt collar and shook it for ventilation. âI canât believe it is so hot in July.â
Priyanka cannot tolerate awkward silences; she will say anything to fill in the gaps. Cut the bullshit, I wanted to say, but did not.