We shook hands. ‘It has been a long time,’ I said. It was a little weird. A decade ago, we had ate and drank together, cut classes together, fought others together, proposed to the girls for each other… Now we were shaking hands. If we could forsee this scene 10 years back, we would have died of laughter.
In the restaurant, he breached on the subject. ‘She is in town,’ he said.
You fool. You thought he had come to see you for old times sake. You idiot.
‘She called me after so many years. She was crying,’ he continued. ‘It appears she has got into some problems with her husband.’
I stared through him.
‘I need your help. I can’t involve directly. I need you to go and test the waters.’
Don’t you see? I don’t want any of this. 10 years back, your request would have made me happy like any other kid who has been asked to pass a love letter for his friend. Right now, I am only bothered about the mistake in tax return that my accountant made yesterday. Of course… I am also bothered about my potbelly. And also my receding hair line.
‘What do you exactly have in mind?,’ I asked. ‘Couples fight. They patch up. Don’t jump your guns here.’
Obviously he had already played out that one many times in his mind. He shook his head. ‘Don’t think so. And I thought it is a risk worth taking.’
For your information, I am the one taking the risk here you bastard.
‘You are going to get really embarrassed at the end of this.’ What I meant was, I am going to get really embarrassed at the end of this.
I will have to say yes I guess. Otherwise I am going to miss my ten o’clock tv show.
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