"What makes you think I'll give up?" he asked in a slightly louder tone than he intended, which led to several heads turning towards them in the upmarket bistro. This sudden attention did not seem to distract her as she retorted in an equally loud tone, "But Sid, you are aware that the odds are completely against you. There is tension brewing in the family, there is nothing but empty promises which people have made, and most importantly, there is no money coming in."
"Mithu, in this field, when it rains, it pours. My intuition tells me that it's going to pour soon, very soon. This project which is scheduled to begin next week is sure to be my breakthrough."
"I am amazed Sid. You've become just like a million dreamers in this country, who think they are the next Shah Rukh Khan...."
"So you mean to say, I have no talent, no potential, and I am just-another-struggler?, then all those words of praise which you showered after my plays, were a hoax...? Mithu, there is no need to be hypocritical with me. And what do you know about cinema, about theatre and acting? Though by qualification, I am a Software Engineer, and a better programmer than you, do I comment on your programming....?"
"Excuse me sir?....Can you please lower your tone? thank you sir.." The stern interruption brought Siddharth and Mithila back to the bistro, and they finished their coffee in silence.
The silence continued as they walked from the bistro to his bike. As Mithila waited by his bike, Siddharth went across the road to get himself a cigarette.
"I am sorry, really sorry" he said, as he stubbed out the cigarette. "You know, I really did'nt mean...."
"It's okay Sid..its been five years now, I am so used to you. Lets not talk about it. We've met after a whole week, lets just have a good time and not spoil it with another fight...and hey, hurry up! the movie begins in 45 minutes, today being a weekend, tickets might be difficult to get..."
"errr...Mithu, I am sorry again, but you know, I am totally broke, with great difficulty I could get 50 bucks for petrol from mom...."
"Who's asking you to pay? come on lets go..."
She clung to him tightly as he kick-started the 15 year old, 2-stroke engine.
As they rode, this time too, the world around them ceased to exist.
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hmmm interesting short story :)
Hmm... could be developed further?! Continue this?! Nice nice...
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