LINGERING OCEANS VIA EMOTIONS ~ Chapisode 6~

This is absolutely a piece of LOVE FICTION and names used are completely fictional and do not represent any person.....

PROLOGUE

Once upon a time in wonderland named ‘Love-dale’ lived an average looking metro-sexual man named Adam and a voluptuous very good- looking woman called Eve. They had never met before, but the moment they met they fell…FELL in for the most sort after emotion called LOVE. It was almost disaster at the first sight. They were attracted to each other as if they were two unlike poles of a magnet, they met and met again, inseparable, entwined they made it made it to each other's core. She blushed and he blushed even more they were blissfully unaware what was to follow… 

Adam decided to write a BLOG about LOVE... for which he started an online interactive group.... LINGERING OCEANS VIA EMOTIONS

Here are some excerpts from his blog.....
                                                                  ~Chapisode 6~

Mr. Chinmay Ayeer was like a character straight from comic books, specially designed to enchant children. He was a skeleton with blood and flesh just enough to cover his bones. He was a perfect specimen to use for malnutrition public awareness programs. He wore clothes a little over-sized and walked with a hunch back. But he had magic in his hands, truly he had magic. 

The magician typed. 

Hey fellas I am Chinmay, you fellas can refer to me by my nick name Chinu. 
I am more a magician and less a chartered accountant. I learnt all my accounting skills through those innumerable unpleasant heavy books and magic through my neighbor, Uncle Rajput. 
I married late, when I was thirty-seven and today I am forty- six. I am married to Sheryl D’Cunha and she is a doctor by degree and a house wife by profession. 
You can call our marriage love marriage. She fell in love and I fell in the trap. 

I had this small coffee shop. Actually my father owned it. I just sat there initially. When I was preparing for my chartered accountancy, I used to sit there for hours with my books.  I was not at all interested in numbers and definitely not accounts but then dad wanted to become one. He couldn’t, so he passed the onus onto me. 
I used to sit there at the coffee shop, drink coffees, show little magic tricks to customers and waiters and in between read a little. 
I was a good learner, be it accounts or magic. I could have been a doctor or for that matter a lawyer, I just could read and remember easily. But I wanted to actually be something else. I am still trying to figure out, what.  

Sheryl was studying medical and she used to visit our coffee shop almost daily. 

The first time I must have noticed her, was when she came with her friends,  two girls and one boy. They ordered for four coffees. I was at the counter that day as dad was not well. 
I loved the feeling of collecting cash, especially the coins. I made them vanish from the customer’s hands and got it out from their pockets. While I was doing all this, I noticed Sheryl, she was of not so fair complexion but had very sharp features. I knew, next trick was going to be on her.

As she approached the counter where my books laid with glass jars of cookies, she opened her purse for giving me the money. It was her treat, that’s what she told her friends. She gave me a hundred rupee note and I gave her nothing. She waited after a while asked for the change while casually talking to her friends. I told her I had given her forty rupees back, two twenty rupee notes. That’s the first time she gave me eye contact. 
She was upset and told me that, I hadn’t given her anything. 
To that I insisted she check in her hand, to that she kept her i-card on the counter and handed over her small little purse to her friend and opened both her palms and said, ‘See notes and notes!’ 
I told her to check in her purse. She found nothing there. She picked her i-card and requested to hand over the money to her. 
She was calm but her friends, the male friend specially was losing his cool, So I requested her to check her i-card. 
She said while emptying it on counter how would that be…. And there came the two twenty rupee notes. She was embarrassed and said she couldn’t believe she could be so absent minded. She apologized and left. I had fun. I never felt guilty for any of my pranks but this time I felt like at least letting her and her friends know that it was just a trick.

I was sure, next time around she would never turn up to our coffee shop. 
But then she did. 
She was wearing blue denim jeans and a blue denim shirt. I found it strange combination. But then I never was a fashion fella. 

She walked onto a table just around the counter and this time around she was observing me. I thought though she had apologized she had her doubts. She ordered for a coffee again for herself and her friend. It appeared as if they were chatting about me as both in turns kept looking at me and talking. 
She got up and walked towards me, the counter. I was on guard. She gave me  thirty rupees and waited there. I knew she was up to something. She then casually asked for the change back. I said that she had given me  thirty rupees which was the price of two coffees. 
She aggressively reacted to that and said that it was always when I was at the counter something went wrong. 
Her friend joined in. They said, that they had given a fifty rupee note and that I was supposed to give them twenty back. 
Sheryl told me to check in the drawer. 
The drawer I knew already had many fifty notes. 
She stretched on her toes and pointing at a note in the drawer said that the bent note was the one she had given me. I knew my trick was being played on me. I removed two ten rupee notes and handed over to her. She took them and left.

I resolved never to sit at the counter ever again and more so ever never to try any tricks with that girl.

I broke the resolution and came to the coffee shop next day too. Sat at the counter and even did tricks. I waited all day long but then she didn’t turn up. This continued for three more days and finally when she arrived on the fourth day I was happy, I didn’t know why and I was a little angry too, I didn’t know why  for that either.

I waited impatiently at the counter mostly my head dug into my five hundred pages book. She came and knocked on the book. 
‘Three coffees, forty five rupees change.’ She slid four ten rupee notes and one five rupee note across the glass counter. 

'Why haven’t you been coming these days?' I didn’t know where I got all that courage from. I had never spoken to any other woman other than my mother and aunt Charulaxmi and that too always politely. 
She was not shocked to hear what I asked and promptly casually replied that she had her practical exams. She smiled and requested me to leave her fingers which I was holding instead of the money. 

'No more tricks now I shall always get you the exact change.’ She smiled and left.

That day she was wearing much better combination of the same blue denim pants and a white shirt. She looked good. 
I realized I had started liking her. 
I didn’t know if she had the same feelings for me then. But I knew she would come there often. She did and sometimes without her friends. 
Whenever dad would be there, I would sit at one of the tables and wait for her. She would come and sit at the table near mine and we would speak with sign language.

Our courtship lasted for quite long. She completed her medicine and I did what my dad wanted me to do, become a C.A. 
Finally, we married with the blessings of our family but not without the initial resistance. We didn’t have many people to convince. By the time we decided to get married, I had lost my father and only my mom was there to convince. It was easy. 
Sheryl had only her father to convince, but that was tough. But then finally everything fell in place and we married.

The only condition Sheryl had put forth was that after marriage we both would stay with her father in their ancestral home. I didn’t mind it either, as my restaurant had already shut down after dad’s demise and I too had a good job. Mom had shifted to Nashik where she had her own healing center. She was fit and also capable of living alone. In fact she encouraged me to be in Mumbai as she thought I and Sheryl had a better future there.

We were in love all along.
Once for Christmas she invited me to her cousin's home in Goa. 
She loves beaches. I hate them. 
She loves the sea and I hate it. 
She loves to get tanned and I hate the heat. 
She loves coffee and I love it too. That’s one thing we found common between us in Goa. 
Another thing she loved was my magic tricks. I kept doing them to gratify her. 
One night at the beach, we were sitting cuddled on the same recliner and gazing at the waning moon. 
Sheryl said, ‘This one thing I never would want you to let disappear, the magic of love.’

She was carrying a wine bottle with her which she drank happily. 
I never drink. Nor did I drink that day. I was happy with coffee.

There were some hippies on the beach who were playing music. The music just about reached our ears. 
She asked me for a dance. I had learnt Kathak when I was ten. But that wouldn’t compliment the occasion so I just stood by. While Sheryl swayed like a lithe wild reed I just stood stiff like one of the coconut trees. She has this ability to let herself loose and I just can’t let my hair down. 
She was looking wonderfully beautiful in her white cotton midi as the moonlight lit her already glowing face. I was happy in her happiness. 
Suddenly she stopped swinging and almost fell in my arms. I barely managed to catch hold of her dainty waist. 
Holding the wine glass in her one hand she said, ‘Cross your heart and promise me you shall always love me and never leave me for anyone or anything.’ 
I shyly affirmed with just a nod. 
She insisted I say it verbally. 
I just kissed her. She kissed me back. I kissed her again. She kissed me and then we kept kissing for a while. 
Then she rubbed her lips with her hand which she held the glass with and said, ‘Now say it.’ I knew i couldn’t escape. 
I said it. 'I cross my heart and promise I shall always love you and never leave you for anyone or anything.’ 
I tried sipping some wine from her glass but then there wasn't any left in the glass. 

Now the Love Stories shall take a Twist when Adam and his friends share...

 their most blissful time with their love.

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