“Yet they collude to consign some to the doghouse of life.”
“As Astraea the goddess of innocence connives,” she said nostalgically.
“What else can the star-crossed lovers do than blame the conspiring deities?”
“Not holding it against the jilter is gentlemanly isn’t it?” she said taking his hand.
“Thanks for the compliment,” he said pressing her hand.
“But what about that bitch?” she said withdrawing her hand.
“Maybe she is merrily leading Suresh up the garden path?”
“Don’t you know how desperate she was to hook him then?”
“That was when he was an eligible bachelor.”
“You think she could be flirting now to hurt him.”
“Who knows if she at killing two birds with one stone?”
“What if I expose her to her man to give her a taste of her own medicine?”
“That’s a suicidal prescription.’
“Why do you think so?”
“What if her man deserts her?”
“She gets her just deserts, won’t she?”
“Were he to murder her or get her killed?”
“Won’t that leave the world one bitch less, why won’t it?”
“But life’s mistakes come with collateral damages, won’t they?”
“And what’s life without risks?
“What’s this hatred in the bosom of a loving character?” he said taking her hand.
“Maybe I’m burning with jealousy.”
“Born out of mere suspicion, isn’t it?”
“How distressing it is to imagine their togetherness,” she said squeezing his hand.
“Ouch,’ he yelled retrieving his hand.
“Sorry, my distress acquired a physical force,” she said breathing out into his palm.
“Depression I can understand but not this desperation,” he said fondling her shoulder.
“Only a woman in my situation can grasp that.”
“Could be,” he said withdrawing his hand.
“Did he lead me to the altar to bring me to the crossroads of life?” she said taking his hand.
“So be it, take a look at the signboards of redressal on the other three roads.”
“Maybe that’s the way to approach life,” she said resignedly.
“Don’t be pulled down,” he said pressing her hand.
“Won’t you help me in taking my pick?” she said looking into his eyes.
“If only you pull your socks up.”
“How can I as my soul is seized at its core by sexual jealousy?” she said in tears.
“Get freed and it would lead to orgasmic nirvana,” he said wiping her tears.
“Am I to languish as sanyasin as they indulge in lust? No way.” she said determinedly.
“I only want you not to jump the signal and upset the applecart that’s all.”
“Who’s applecart, theirs or mine?”