Losing My Virginity and Other Dumb Ideas by Banerjee Madhuri

Author:Banerjee, Madhuri [Banerjee, Madhuri]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
ISBN: 9788184753738
Publisher: Penguin Books Ltd
Published: 2011-03-02T18:30:00+00:00

I Love U Rachu

- I Think She Knows My Name

Twenty-one

I was wrong. Her life wasn’t about to change. Mine was.

He didn’t SMS till the next afternoon. I had seriously started thinking the worst. But the worst was yet to come, when we met that night. He took me to a lounge where we could see the sea and listen to some nice jazz music, and the atmosphere was lovely. But the tension between us was unsettling.

I was wearing my Fendi jeans again, and a nice sleeveless white top with some long beads. My diamond studs in place, I felt I looked fresh enough for him not to even think about his wife anymore and cool enough for me not to be bothered even if he did mention her.

He looked great too with his two-day-old stubble and his casual chic grey pants and a striped black shirt.

As soon as we ordered drinks and starters, he started, ‘Babe, I’m so sorry about yesterday.’

‘Don’t worry about it,’ I said, trying to act cool and mature. ‘I’m perfectly okay, so let’s plan another night. I mean, we should, na?’

He paused for a second. ‘Of course, we can. I want to. I want to actually plan a holiday with you.’ This came out of the blue. I would have thought he would have the courage to explain why he had dumped me yesterday and why he hadn’t called all morning. But instead of sounding like a colossal crib-oid, I just went all giggly and teenager on him. ‘A holiday? Really? That would be great. Where should we go?’ I said straying from the topic.

‘Anywhere you want.’ The bearer came and gave us our drinks and we toasted to ‘Greece in the summer!’ The wife matter was like an elephant under the table that neither of us was willing to notice.

I was dying to ask the question, but since I didn’t want to bring up the ‘wife’ topic I said instead, ‘For how long should we go?’ I know our conversation was veering towards the absurd, but I didn’t care what we spoke about as long as it wasn’t his marriage.

‘We can go for four–five days. I mean, with both our work and all, I don’t think we’ll get more time than a few days off including the weekend, and with Maria at home in …’ he trailed off.

I stopped drinking. There it was. A slip of the tongue or intentional I would not know, but finally it was out. Something was not right. He seemed unsure and yet eager to please. This was not like him. The man I knew was supremely confident, took charge, and would tell me if we were going on a holiday, where we were going, when, and for how long. He would have made bookings and paid up and let me just pack my clothes. He wouldn’t be hesitating and pausing. So I kept quiet. The waiter brought our order of food. I picked it up and offered it to him.

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