Aur , Ab

It was #late One Night when Lovely finally called Nitu and told her that it was time they decide whether they should take it step forward. Either they needed to take it to the next level to marriage or forget being friends.

Why dilly dally?And keep on delaying the inevitable. One way or the other they had to move on. He was ready for compromise to settle for companionship and to build a life. Face it , romance, building castles in the air for the youth , he needed to be practical as he had been all his life. Nitu , picked up his cell and said , Ji lets meet tomorrow for coffee at 11am at café Kudrat .It was going to be along night . She knew she want getting any younger and any knight in shining armour was not going to sweep her off her feet. I mean she had a long order but want that stuff for dreams. She needed love, romance, candlestine meetings, kisses, necking ,sex and she wanted the sanctity of marriage. Well, the  romance would come with the shackles of marriage and Lovely didn’t seem so bad.

After , a long talk with Imran the closet friend who dare not come out because of fear society an dits repressive attitude , she knew now the tough life he had and what a genuine guy Lovely is. We all have our crosses to bear and sometimes just flinging yourself in the river made one swim the current.

Next morning, she dressed with extra care , brushing the hair till it shone , and according to her whatsaap gang she wore it one side and the new lenses plus the kajal was worked in with perfection. In fact , a motto for today was keep the eyeliner neat and the chai sweet. She wore a lovely crisp chikankari suit and wore those lovely silver baalis.  She really now felt a candidate on marriage mart! On the other side of twon ,Lovley wore his favorite white linen shirt and  his jeans and his fav chappals. If she liked him and accepted him she would do with the whole package. He was tired of putting up a pseudo front.

They met at the café . The name itself was a strong indicator of the times to come and lives to be carved.

I like your honesty and your will to succeed, would you let me work ? Nitu asked.

Sure, that’s easy . Would you be my friend, companion, walk with me through the open skies, rainy days , in the moon light, listen to crazy music, dance for no reason ,eat fried noodles, golgappas, cry at soppy love stories and hold my hand? I cant quote faiz, kafka, or Gibran.. All I can give you is me , and to never make you cry and most importantly hug you till you the tears go and peace comes. He said.

She knew , she was his for life.