I am sure by now you have all been following the story of the perfect weekend - I and II, and it is time now to announce the end of the wonderful weekend.
Continuing from the terrace, where me and P spent long hours extending well into the night, we get back.
Sunday morning. As usual we wake up pretty late, and we go out to the same small tea shop to have breakfast. She said she kinda likes the place after thronging the CCDs and the Brasitas of the world, that small shack really felt at home. More in India. Oh! I so like this girl. Se has no airs at all.
It typically happens, fresh into a relationship. You keep thinking and analysing different things. She likes this. She does not like this. With these small observations you would try making a mental picture of her inner mind.
After getting back home after breakfast, we plan to get away soon to catch up a movie. She had her train at 10PM. Damn!
But then we decide otherwise, and come to a common consensus (a rarity with the opposite gender) that the room is a better, more private place.
After spending lots of time doing nothing, but just staring at each other and talking random, we finally decide it is time to get ready if we want to watch the movie. We get ready and head straight to CP – my favourite hangout.
We reach CP right in time for the movie, and she agrees for Quick Gun Murugun after a lot of persuading. I like her. We have our lunch in the PVR itself. The movie was a laugh riot.
After the movie, I met Puneet on the road there walking out of castle 9. He was there with his friends. Me and P then head to Knights to have a late lunch, or rather early dinner. Beer it had to be. I love this girl. Come on, she loves beer!
We then get this crazy idea. My first proper meet with her was here at CP a week back, and we decide, “lets re-create it!”. Lets again go to the same places and relive those precious moments.
We then go to KFC to fill our stomachs with some actual food, rather than just beer and stuff. By the way, P also loves prawns and insisted for some at Knights. Wah! One more match. I am so much in love with this girl. Beer and Prawns, what better can one ask for?
After KFC, and she calling home and all, we also go to the CCD outlet. We were in no mood for a coffee, or anything for that matter. Also, it was already 9:15PM, and her train was about to depart in 45 minutes.
But then, we had to relive those moments. CCD is the place where we first met, and we had to go there. The same outlet. We have tea there, and run for an auto.
I drop her to the station, to send her off. That was an emotional send off. She was occupied with the reality that we would not be meeting for long now. She was going across the seven seas next week, and I would be leaving Delhi soon for my next stint.
I was more occupied thinking about my sleep. I had to go to office tomorrow. Her train starts moving, and I plant a kiss on her cheek and we hug each other. She leaves.
I manage to get back home in an autorickshaw. I reach home at about 11:15.
Well, 45 more minutes. The weekend is not yet over guys!
At home, Puneet is drinking with his friends – the same ones we met at CP. I join them, with some beer.
At about 11:45, we are done with all alcohol, and Abhinav too was back after the L reunion meet.
We all have a con call, and then i go to sleep. A very well spent weekend I was just thinking. And also, I have to sleep well, I have office tomorrow and it has to be a big day!
Puneet runs towards my room. “Dude, that guy is puking. What do we do of him?”
Ha ha! The room is all messed up and stinking, and no amount of AXE spray helps.
“yaar, tereko pata hoga ulti karne walo ko kaise handle karein”, puneet tells me.
“Make him eat a lemon, or some water. It get him hydrated”, I reply.
“Chill dude, just leave the guy. Let him extract the full out of his puke”, abhinav says with a definite assertiveness.
We all collectively agree that nothing much can be done. Let the other guy, who has no clue with the happenings, be there sleeping dead like he is on Pot.
The puking guy was left to his own peril. He was too heavy to be even budged from his own puke.
Puneet sleeps in the couch. TB is in my room, and the slosh guy is lost in his own puke!
Ha ha! Perfect ending to an amazing weekend! Looking for more!!!
This series of the perfect weekend was inspired by real people and real events, but to maintain the interest of the reader (you!) it has been converted to a work of pure fiction adding the necessary masala and curry wherever the tone went bland!