Her: What you doing?
Him: Ah! Good question. I guess I am thinking
Her: (sigh) why is that I am still clinging onto you? Why did I accept your romantic candle dinner invitation?
Him: (while searching for something under the table) You cling because I Bling. You accept because I like this place.
Her: Look at me when you talk.
(She waits for him to respond but in vain)
Her (In a rather irritated toned whisper): What are you staring under the table??
Him: I fear that the lizard has doom coming his way in form of the cockroach.
Her: What!!! A cockroach chasing a lizard? Where?
(She is looks under the table. Sees the scene of doom. Back to her chair. Her face depicts the agony of patience and self control)
Her (in most weakest of voices) : sigh! That is an ant trying to reach the piece of garlic bread you crumbled on the floor.
Him: Ah!! But the garlic bread looked like a lizard. I guess the cockroach got away.
Her: Sweet heart! Your Zoology always sucked.
Him: Oh come on I am not that bad when compared to your zoology skills. The last time we went to the supermarket, you took a cucumber instead of a green banana!!!
Her (takes in a deep breath as if the world has just crashed on her head): That was a mistake from my side and more over that is more of botany and not zoology. You nincompoop!!
Him: Whatever, it is still biology.
Her silence.
Enter waiter
Waiter: Good evening Sir, could I take your order now.
Him: Oh yeah! I need extra large French fries and one smoothie with choco crunchers
Waiter is taken back by this rather unique order given to him in an elite Italian restaurant at 9PM
Waiter: Sorry sir. We do not serve French fries as an individual item, it is a part of the main courses that you wish to order from our menu.
Him looking at the menu. Eyes wide opened. Thinking. Silence, and then
Him: My fellow mortal of a waiter. The main courses you have here cost more than the daily supply of French fries that is sold by
Waiter is startled but keeps his posture. Her face still in the menu
Her: I will have Pasta and Meatballs. Make sure you put some extra cheese on the paste and serve me the meat balls separately. My partner here will have lasagna with fries by the side.
Waiter gets a whiff of fresh air
Waiter: Yes Madam. Would that be all?
Him: Do you have garlic sauce?
Waiter skips a heart beat
Waiter: Yes sir we have.
Him: Will I have to call my financer to arrange a loan for ordering that stuff?
The waiter’s head feels heavy. Eyes feel like popping out
The Booming voice within the sky: Ah! I knew that french fries moron was disaster from my side. My poor
Waiter gets a hold of himself
Her: Just give him the garlic sauce please. That will be all for now.
Exit Waiter
Initiate thinking processes
Her, Waiter and the Booming voice within the sky: “A BMW 4X4, A designer made blazer, Versace winter collection
Him ( as if reading the thinking processes) : yeah I know, the BWM, Blaze, Versace, Phone and still it is the French fries, that is because the price of potatoes, tomatoes and garlic have been halved for the past few days.
A sudden booming of thunders, a kid trips poor old Victor, who was making his way into the kitchen and She feels the sudden urge to visit the loo.
Him: Hmmm, I guess the rains are early this season.
Her (to herself, as she enters the loo): Finally Peace!!
Re-enter her at table. Him, drowning the ant in the glass of red wine.
Him: Ah! My friend. Thy have had the Last Supper with a Garlic Bread and authentic Italian Red Wine
Another set of thunders, the door bangs onto poor
Phones rings. Him and Her answers respectively. Exit him to pool side, exit her to lawn.
Re-enter
Him and Her returns to table.
Him: Ah! Garlic sauce and French fries. Come to think of it that is a pretty decent price for French fries since they provide lasagna for free with it.
It is just Pastas and Meatballs for her.
Her: Yes, thank. Please issue the cheque.
Him: I need Vodka, on the rocks.
Her (with a rather commanding request): Cheque please!
Exit
Him (taking the cheque in hand): What! I didn’t file in a request to take over this restaurant.
Initiate thinking processes
Her, Waiter and the Booming voice within the sky: “Lord! Save our souls!”
He plans to seek insurance for the broad daylight robbery at dinner by the restaurant, She just pays the bill. Tips
Him (still trying to check whether the ant has drowned): Hey! Wait!
He rushes out.
Her: I will take a cab dear, I have had enough for the night and please leave alone for the next one week.
Him: Okay but I have a score to settle with you.
Her (looking puzzled): settle a score? You lunatic, you are still lucky that my hand bag has not embedded onto your face.
Him (digging his pockets): Ah!!
Her: What? You found the Lost Ark of Noah?
Him (holding a cube shaped box): Nope! I found this
She moves back a few steps.
Him (opening the cube): How does it look?
She, Face to face with a sapphire studded ring that glitter more than any star. Her name is wrapped inside the box.
Him: No matter, how high I reach in the levels of lunacy and nerve wracking, it is your heart of gold and patience that hold the sanity in me amidst all the chaos I have in my professional and personal life.
Her (awestruck to respond or move): Thank you.
Him: Okay. You can keep it and you can get the cab on the next junction.
He turns and walks away. Least bothered about how she goes
Her: Tu kabhi nahi soodrega!!
Him: Ah!! You still want that cab with some night shift driver or a BWM 4X4 with a lunatic lover boy?
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