Squares And Circles

You know, I am tired of your excuses. Sorry just doesn’t cut it anymore. It’s like we are going around in circles.

Squares.

See? How juvenile.

I am kidding…am sorry…I am really very sorry.

Can you please be the man I imagined you to be?

I swear I will try, but no guarantees.

There were never any, not even when I fell in love with you. But here we are, married today and facing our deepest fears.

Which is what?

That we suck at it! We don’t know how to be married.

Oh come on! It’s not like there is a rule book to follow.

No. but even if there was, we would never follow it. We are born rebels-rebels without a cause.

Ha ha…so what do we do now? There are no rules to follow and even if they were we would not follow them. So we are back to square one then?

No circles actually. We wake up every day chasing each other’s tails, when there is really no need. We are each other; you the male version of me.

Yeah? You think so?

I know so! If I was not a woman, I too would have an excuse to do all the things you do and honestly it would be fun to be irresponsible, immature and carefree at times. Why do I have to be this perfect woman all the time?

Bah! You are far from perfect, my darling.

Yes I know. but do you know how exhausting it is to keep trying?

So stop. Let’s just flow.

Flow to where.

Nowhere; Does the end really matter? We are together aren’t we? ; Broken, imperfect, but still together.

Yeah! but I would like to be together in a certain way.

The Mills n Boons way you mean.

No you Smart Alec, the ‘my way’ I mean.

Aah! Ok, so give me a list.

Huh?

Yeah give me a list. Let’s see if I can do things your way.

You would?

Yes! but trust me, you will get so bored if life gets predictable. Don’t I know you?

Hmmm…got a point there.

So then?

Then nothing…I just miss us.

I miss us too.

You know I used to love those times when you would slyly try to smell my hair, in the cab… Or sneak up from behind me, pretending to show me something and then slowly…, very slowly nuzzle your face near my neck.

Hmmm…I remember. I also remember how you sat in my lap one day…while I worked on my laptop.

Ha ha…yes, ah! Those were the days, hah?

Sigh! Yes they were! You were quite a tease.

Yeah? and so were you, my darling.What? Why are you looking at me like this?

Just…you know? I have not looked at you in a long time. These big playful eyes of yours, no kajal and yet so black… and these big eyelashes…and…

Oh! Stop with all this buttering.

Oh! But Mrs.Kabir is blushing.

Well, it’s been a long time since you noticed me.

Hmmm…you know, in the beginning I used to avoid looking at your eyes. I always felt they would look right through me.

And now?

Now I am hoping I am still in there. Please come to me. Mmmmm…you smell good… changed your shampoo?

Hmmm…hair-fall. You don’t like this?

No it’s nice…but I miss your Clinic Plus?

Why was that your aphrodisiac?

Ha ha…no you silly woman. My aphrodisiac was you. It will always be you; even when you’re 80.

Yeah! like you are going to be 30 all your life.

Ssh! Quiet. let me look at you. Your toothy smile; your arrogant walk. The sway, the sheltering  long hair … and last but not the least…the way you break wind…no regrets , no apologies…mmmm…all these are my aphrodisiacs.

Shut up Kabir! now you’re embarrassing me!

Really! Since when do you get embarrassed?

Since now?

Okay okay…I will stick to the other two then.

Just two?

No, there’s a lot. I think about you all day, darling. I lust for you at all times. Day and night. I want you so badly sometimes… when you are in the kitchen fighting with the maid… when you have just walked out of the bath…when you are watering the plants…oh! how I want you. Just want to take you in my arms and squeeze the love out of you.

So why don’t you?

Coz at that moment you cite hundreds of things to do.

Oh! so you are saying that the romance is dead because of me?

No, no…tch. I didn’t say that.

You did!

See, this is why I can’t talk… you always misunderstand me.

And you always accuse.

But it’s the truth.

No it’s not…truth is that you just want to give when you want to give not when I want it.

And you? What about you hah? You think you are good at giving when I need?

Oh please! give me a break. I always try to.

So do I.

Hmmph…I don’t want to talk anymore.

Of course you don’t! You know you are wrong.

Oh please! Give me a break.

Fine. Suit yourself. I guess we are back to square one.

Circle.

Square.

Circle.