“Are you in
town??,The whatsApp icon was blinking ,Sarah’s message.”Yep, I am, what’s the
matter? I asked. Will you be free in the evening, by 4 or 5, need to talk. I
read that message again. I was quite surprised, its almost 3 or 4 months since
I talked to her. She hardly calls, or messages and what’s there to talk, that
too in person. Can we discuss it over phone, or should we really meet??I
asked.We need to meet, It cant be discussed over phone,only if you are free.
Sarah never uses short forms or symbols while texting, she types full words, with proper commas, punctuations etc. Sarah is completely against email language, a conservative English lover who strongly believes that the sms and email versions of English are really an insult to such a great language. ”k ,but where?’’I asked.4pm restaurant in lulu conventional centre, she replied. I know this place very well, Its almost a 5 star restaurant.”Well, let it be 4.40 Sarah, I replied.”OK” I got her message.
The plan of spending a pleasant Saturday evening sipping coffee from Indian Coffee house and roaming around the temple premises of Vadamkunathan was spoiled. I took a lavish shower, the fragrance of the new aloe vera soap made me stand under the shower for a long time, I forgot Sarah,I forgot her long curly untied hair, I forgot her remorseless attitude towards the world, I forgot her so called dominating nature. I forgot her scaring stares towards the eyes which scanned her voluptuous physique. I forgot the world. I forgot myself.
Eminem’s Life in a fast lane woke me up from my ecstacy. Somebody is calling. I finished the shower soon.I took my phone .3missed calls. It was Faizal. I called him back, Joe I lost my internet banking password, can you help? Its already 4 Faizal, I’m not in the bank brother .Saturday right ? You come Monday morning. I replied. No issues no issues, hey bro if you free come home, wife is preparing mutton kuruma. Faizal, a customer cum friend knows my love for food. That’s a tempting offer, but I’m sorry Faizal, some other day, Today I’m busy. Ok then see you on Monday. He hung up.
Sarah was already there, Restaurant was almost empty, there was a Muslim family in a corner 7 or 8 members. I saw Sarah’s car outside, Red Honda brio. Her face was tanned, adding on the attitude. She gave me a wry smile, long curly hairs, sharp nose, brown dry lipstick, a kundan studded metal necklace,A white and peach shaded sleeveless tunic top and a floral printed low waist harem pants, a ray ban black wayfarer specs. The tribal tattoo on her deltoid was seen. Her looks never reveals her real age, She was too stylish and trendy for 31 year old lady. She was having black coffee.
You were in Thrissur? I asked her. Nopes, she took a lip balm from her purple pouch, applied it on her dry lips ,looked outside the window keeping the balm inside the pouch. I came to meet you. She looked into my eyes. Sarah’s superiority complex always irritated me, but I was never bothered. You could ‘ve told me yesterday. What if I was not in town? I asked. Relax Joe. If you were not here, I would go back, It just takes a 1.30 hours to drive back to Cochin, so no big deal. What would you like to have,? this time she had a genuine smile. They have Brazilian black coffee here, bit expensive, but worth the money I replied. Today the treat is on me, You can order anything and everything Sarah winked, but they dint tell me about the Brazilian coffee she frowned.
So tell me mam, what’s the matter? I asked. Well Mr. Joe Tom, This Sarah Issac Pullokaran is leaving the tiring, de motivating and depressing City and flying to Madrid. I got my job confirmed. So I’m flying this Sunday. She finished it dramatically. Is she excited, but I could feel something burning in her mind. Well that’s great news, whats the job? I asked.
Ryan Ghosh, my friends brother has a creative agency there in Madrid, so from a brand manager from cochin to creative head in Madrid. She chuckled,and if I need your help again in something, I’ll call you. She winked again.No, I stopped that service ,I made a face. Creativity is not something you get for free, every time you call me and discuss about your ad themes, your script an takes my valuable suggestion and gets your pocket filled and I’m not paid even a single penny. I said.
LOL,HA HA she started laughing loud,oh baba that’s why I’m here today, to treat you for all your valuable services. he he,we both laughed. She couldn’t stop laughing, her laughter filled her eyes, slowly slowly her laughter was fading and I saw real tears in her eyes, her kajal was rolling down her cheeks along with the tears, its no more laughter, Sarah is crying.Hey Sarah, come on man what happend, is everything ok? I touched her arm,it was cold.
Sarah took a tissue paper and wiped off her tears, I miss my Dad Joe, she was weeping, her voice shivered, I have never ever, not even in my wildest dreams imagined Sarah being weak like this. What happened to him??I was curious. Nothing Joe ,Its almost 6 years since I met him, since I talked to him. But why Sarah.??
I have always been an egoistic girl in my life,I got everything I wanted through my hard work.I was a rebel everywhere, My achievements made me more strong and cold. I was born and bought up in Delhi. Dad got transferred to Bangalore when I was doing my PUC. After that I went back delhi. Dad wanted me to get married soon after I finished college. I was not ready, I was not ready to change my life style or comforts for someone else. I was so firm and I decided I wouldn’t marry until I find someone who doesn’t want me to change my ways and believes.
I sipped my coffee. Sarah paused,she looked outside, took a deep breath. I felt like she was inhaling the old memories.
And then I found Charan. Charan was just like me, He was an architect, he was ambitious, career oriented ,he gave me my space. He was a North Indian Hindu and we decided to live together. We took an apartment in Delhi and started living together.
Dad was completely against the marriage when I told about Charan.I don’t know whether its the inter caste or the interstate, but Dad was completely against it and when I told him we already started living together, he was shattered. That day I left home.
Long Six years. She couldn’t control. I won’t blame Him Sarah,I nodded my head. Neither would I. Sarah gasped.
But its ok Sarah, You have got your perfect partner right? Nothing is free in this world, You had your love at one side and your family at the other side, and it’s all about priorities and you had chosen yours. You should be strong enough to live with the consequences of the decisions you take in your life. Its law of nature. Its the law of life.
You are right Joe, law of life. She smiled, she wiped of her dry tears from her face.
Forget everything, You have a family right, your husband, we never discussed all these things, your kids, thats your world. Live that life. By the way are they coming with you to Madrid?I asked.
She smiled the same old wry smile. Sarah opened her leather bag, took out few papers and gave it to me.
I don’t know what went through my head when I read it. I looked at Sarah,I was perplexed.
I GOT DIVORCED JOE...last Friday. It didn’t work.
There was no coffee left in my cup.
Tell me the Woman’s name you love most in this world. Sarah asked.
My Mom, I smiled.
I don’t have a kid to say so. She said, her face was so cold.
We stood near her car
Joe ,I don’t want to come back to India, but I don’t know what will happen. I don’t have anybody here. I have annoyed you a lot in many ways, but you have always been nice to me. You have always been a great friend, she paused. You know I wouldn’t drive from Cochin to Thrissur to just see some one who helped me in creating some ads or scripts. I mean it.
All the best Sarah
She came close to me and hugged me. Find a cute girl Joe; it’s a great feeling to love and to be loved. She whispered in my ears. She patted me.
The car vanished.
I had a whole night left, but I had no clue what to do
Sarah never uses short forms or symbols while texting, she types full words, with proper commas, punctuations etc. Sarah is completely against email language, a conservative English lover who strongly believes that the sms and email versions of English are really an insult to such a great language. ”k ,but where?’’I asked.4pm restaurant in lulu conventional centre, she replied. I know this place very well, Its almost a 5 star restaurant.”Well, let it be 4.40 Sarah, I replied.”OK” I got her message.
The plan of spending a pleasant Saturday evening sipping coffee from Indian Coffee house and roaming around the temple premises of Vadamkunathan was spoiled. I took a lavish shower, the fragrance of the new aloe vera soap made me stand under the shower for a long time, I forgot Sarah,I forgot her long curly untied hair, I forgot her remorseless attitude towards the world, I forgot her so called dominating nature. I forgot her scaring stares towards the eyes which scanned her voluptuous physique. I forgot the world. I forgot myself.
Eminem’s Life in a fast lane woke me up from my ecstacy. Somebody is calling. I finished the shower soon.I took my phone .3missed calls. It was Faizal. I called him back, Joe I lost my internet banking password, can you help? Its already 4 Faizal, I’m not in the bank brother .Saturday right ? You come Monday morning. I replied. No issues no issues, hey bro if you free come home, wife is preparing mutton kuruma. Faizal, a customer cum friend knows my love for food. That’s a tempting offer, but I’m sorry Faizal, some other day, Today I’m busy. Ok then see you on Monday. He hung up.
Sarah was already there, Restaurant was almost empty, there was a Muslim family in a corner 7 or 8 members. I saw Sarah’s car outside, Red Honda brio. Her face was tanned, adding on the attitude. She gave me a wry smile, long curly hairs, sharp nose, brown dry lipstick, a kundan studded metal necklace,A white and peach shaded sleeveless tunic top and a floral printed low waist harem pants, a ray ban black wayfarer specs. The tribal tattoo on her deltoid was seen. Her looks never reveals her real age, She was too stylish and trendy for 31 year old lady. She was having black coffee.
You were in Thrissur? I asked her. Nopes, she took a lip balm from her purple pouch, applied it on her dry lips ,looked outside the window keeping the balm inside the pouch. I came to meet you. She looked into my eyes. Sarah’s superiority complex always irritated me, but I was never bothered. You could ‘ve told me yesterday. What if I was not in town? I asked. Relax Joe. If you were not here, I would go back, It just takes a 1.30 hours to drive back to Cochin, so no big deal. What would you like to have,? this time she had a genuine smile. They have Brazilian black coffee here, bit expensive, but worth the money I replied. Today the treat is on me, You can order anything and everything Sarah winked, but they dint tell me about the Brazilian coffee she frowned.
So tell me mam, what’s the matter? I asked. Well Mr. Joe Tom, This Sarah Issac Pullokaran is leaving the tiring, de motivating and depressing City and flying to Madrid. I got my job confirmed. So I’m flying this Sunday. She finished it dramatically. Is she excited, but I could feel something burning in her mind. Well that’s great news, whats the job? I asked.
Ryan Ghosh, my friends brother has a creative agency there in Madrid, so from a brand manager from cochin to creative head in Madrid. She chuckled,and if I need your help again in something, I’ll call you. She winked again.No, I stopped that service ,I made a face. Creativity is not something you get for free, every time you call me and discuss about your ad themes, your script an takes my valuable suggestion and gets your pocket filled and I’m not paid even a single penny. I said.
LOL,HA HA she started laughing loud,oh baba that’s why I’m here today, to treat you for all your valuable services. he he,we both laughed. She couldn’t stop laughing, her laughter filled her eyes, slowly slowly her laughter was fading and I saw real tears in her eyes, her kajal was rolling down her cheeks along with the tears, its no more laughter, Sarah is crying.Hey Sarah, come on man what happend, is everything ok? I touched her arm,it was cold.
Sarah took a tissue paper and wiped off her tears, I miss my Dad Joe, she was weeping, her voice shivered, I have never ever, not even in my wildest dreams imagined Sarah being weak like this. What happened to him??I was curious. Nothing Joe ,Its almost 6 years since I met him, since I talked to him. But why Sarah.??
I have always been an egoistic girl in my life,I got everything I wanted through my hard work.I was a rebel everywhere, My achievements made me more strong and cold. I was born and bought up in Delhi. Dad got transferred to Bangalore when I was doing my PUC. After that I went back delhi. Dad wanted me to get married soon after I finished college. I was not ready, I was not ready to change my life style or comforts for someone else. I was so firm and I decided I wouldn’t marry until I find someone who doesn’t want me to change my ways and believes.
I sipped my coffee. Sarah paused,she looked outside, took a deep breath. I felt like she was inhaling the old memories.
And then I found Charan. Charan was just like me, He was an architect, he was ambitious, career oriented ,he gave me my space. He was a North Indian Hindu and we decided to live together. We took an apartment in Delhi and started living together.
Dad was completely against the marriage when I told about Charan.I don’t know whether its the inter caste or the interstate, but Dad was completely against it and when I told him we already started living together, he was shattered. That day I left home.
Long Six years. She couldn’t control. I won’t blame Him Sarah,I nodded my head. Neither would I. Sarah gasped.
But its ok Sarah, You have got your perfect partner right? Nothing is free in this world, You had your love at one side and your family at the other side, and it’s all about priorities and you had chosen yours. You should be strong enough to live with the consequences of the decisions you take in your life. Its law of nature. Its the law of life.
You are right Joe, law of life. She smiled, she wiped of her dry tears from her face.
Forget everything, You have a family right, your husband, we never discussed all these things, your kids, thats your world. Live that life. By the way are they coming with you to Madrid?I asked.
She smiled the same old wry smile. Sarah opened her leather bag, took out few papers and gave it to me.
I don’t know what went through my head when I read it. I looked at Sarah,I was perplexed.
I GOT DIVORCED JOE...last Friday. It didn’t work.
There was no coffee left in my cup.
Tell me the Woman’s name you love most in this world. Sarah asked.
My Mom, I smiled.
I don’t have a kid to say so. She said, her face was so cold.
We stood near her car
Joe ,I don’t want to come back to India, but I don’t know what will happen. I don’t have anybody here. I have annoyed you a lot in many ways, but you have always been nice to me. You have always been a great friend, she paused. You know I wouldn’t drive from Cochin to Thrissur to just see some one who helped me in creating some ads or scripts. I mean it.
All the best Sarah
She came close to me and hugged me. Find a cute girl Joe; it’s a great feeling to love and to be loved. She whispered in my ears. She patted me.
The car vanished.
I had a whole night left, but I had no clue what to do
Good one!
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