Wednesday, September 01, 2010

It must've been love...

He chatted away, nineteen to the dozen. She listened patiently as always, sometimes distracted by the odd pang of hunger, as she waited for their food to arrive.

"...They loved my idea," she suddenly heard him say.

"Lovely, darling. I'm sure they're proud of you," she said, slightly stunned at how automatically the response was out of her, before she could even gather what he was talking about.

Pay attention. It's his big day. Don't spoil it for him.

"...And yeah. They want me to be in charge of the entire project. It's really something I've been waiting for, for so long. It's finally happening!" he was now saying. 

"I'm so happy for you!" she responded, a little more cheerfully than she felt. 

The waiter brought in the food. As usual, he joked with the waiter. The latter guffawed and went off to jot down the order at the next table.

Everyone loves him, she thought. 


Her train of thought was distracted with the sound of spoons against the plate. He'd begun eating, while her plate was still empty. 

"I had a good day at work," she said, grabbing a butter naan. "Wasn't hectic enough to induce a headache, but wasn't boring enough to keep playing Solitaire, either."

"Hmm," he said, checking mail on his phone. "Why isn't he mailing, yaar?"


"My boss. He's supposed to forward an important mail. If it doesn't come tonight, tomorrow's con call will be a waste of time!"

"Hmm. Yeah so as I was saying...My day was prett---"

"Hang on. I need to call my boss," he interrupted. 

He rattled off 5 minutes of jargon, most of which she'd heard at least three times through the day. 

"Oh good. He's e-mailing me right away," he said, absently. "What were you saying?"

"Nothing, really," she said, picking at her food. 

"Hmm. I seriously am so excited about this!" he said, full of good cheer.

"Yep, I know," she said, silently.

Roxette's 'Must have been love' began playing from the speakers. He looked up from his phone and looked at her.

"I love this song! Been ages since I heard it last," he said, getting up to go wash his hands. "I'll be right back."

"Uh huh," she said.

It must have been love, but it's over now
It must have been good, but I lost it somehow
It must have been love, but it's over now
From the moment we touched till the time had run out

"It must've been love, alright," she thought, as a silent tear escaped her eye. 


Push Vs Pull said...

Deja Vu for me. Please remember when someone is happy let them speak you listen and enjoy. You don't need to sound forcefully happy if your loved one is. Not sure how you'll take it will tell you anyhow. I knew this through a bit of hard way. Yes I lost her forever. Dig it right in.

Dazediva said...

I'm going to be gentle here .. don't waste your time or your energy on such a self-centered twit who wouldn't know the meaning of 'two-way convo' until you show him a mirror !

The more blunt version would be - why the f*k didn't you throw a drink in his face and tell him to stop being a self-involved narcissistic moron !

If someone can't give you their undivided attention for even a few minutes .. it's not pursuing any sort of rapport / relationship .. Friends give a shit; friends will listen; and people who you really truly care about - will reciprocate that ... not sit there wondering why their boss hasn't called them as yet ..

Interlunar said...

Time to tell us about YOUR favourite song ^_^

golden_retreat said...
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golden_retreat said...

good one mugu!

Supriya said...

Sadly, the world is full of such self absorbed individuals. And we encourage them by not being more confrontational. I am hoping for your sake that this was fiction. If it wasn't - I'm truly sorry.

Bikramjit said...

Noooooooooooooooooo this could not be true DEJA VU... As someone mentioned dont waste your time .. some people cant see what they have till they looose ....

we are better off without them

Bikram's blog

urvi said...

Hello.. blog-hopping and landed here :)
Nicely written.. but I do hope it's fiction.

monisha mehta said...

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& post some suggestion

Sreejit said...

M sure this was a piece of fiction and nt yr sobstory.... But such characters do exist and sometimes we become these characters unknowingly, its a matter of concern if the sometimes changes to always.

Moorali said...

Nicely written,

Feels like fiction, comments surprised me though.

What surprised me more is your blog's theme and feel, nice coincidence :)