Chocolate Brownie

No, this is not a recipe for chocolate brownies. People who know me well would be sure of this :P.
This is a fictional story I penned on a rainy day long back and other than the rain it has no connection to reality whatsoever. Let me know how you find it. And thanks to all those people who read this and reviewed this before I finally put it up here! :)

The rain pours on my window. I observe a drop hitting on the glass which was clear just a few moments ago. The drop trickles down beautifully. And I just observe it, lost in time. Hoping you would be here. When my phone rings. It’s you! Hurray!

‘Hi Darling’

‘Darling, seriously? The Victorian era ended like centuries ago.’

‘Centuries? Seriously? Did no one teach you history?’

I know we are kind of undermining each other, but I love the leg-pulling. I smile. And I am sure you must be smiling too.

‘Yeah whatever.’

‘Come meet me.’  My heart lurches. How?

‘You are thousands of miles away. The only way I can see you is Skype.’

‘And Google hangouts. You really need to be more aware.’

‘Shut up.’

‘Frankly, I think there’s another way to meet me.’ I feel a bit pissed off now.

‘Okay, I don’t know all the technical gyan or whatever. I admit it. Happy?’

‘Yes, happy. But still there’s another way. I am like one mile from where you stay you see I preponed my…’

‘Oh my GOD!! And you didn’t tell me?? ‘ I try to sound angry but really, I can’t hide my happiness. You make me feel like I am on cloud nine, in the seventh heaven, and I just have one thing to say, that you coupled with rains is like my favorite thing. But I want to act hard to get, you know.

‘Aren’t you like happy or surprised how normal people are supposed to be?’

‘Aren’t you supposed to tell when you are coming like normal people do?’ I try to imitate your playful tone. But I really cannot.

‘Well, I am not normal, kind of extraordinary’

‘Whatever’ At this point I really want to squeal because I cannot contain my happiness any longer.

‘See you at CCD in 5? Bye’ Like just assuming I would come.

‘Okay, I admit I am kind of happy.’ I finally concede.

‘hmm….’

‘And like rains and you together is like chocolate brownies with lots of vanilla ice cream. Irresistible.’ And I make the mistake of comparing food to a boyfriend.

‘Wait, am I the brownie or the vanilla ice cream?’ You say, in the same vein as you ask football scores.

‘Let us meet and debate on that. Don’t want to get racist over the phone now’ and I just confirm like that that I would come.

‘Are you going to wear your blue windcheater?’

‘Does it matter what color?’ I know I just want to hang-up and meet you but it is kind of addictive. Talking random.

‘Yeah, that’s how I distinguish you. The blue person is mine.’ Mine. You sure know a way to a girl’s heart mister.

‘Hmm…. Let me just surprise you.’ I say instead.

‘I love surprises.’

‘I can see that you love giving them.’

‘And why again are we still on the phone? And not out of our buildings already?’

‘Because you want me to wear the blue windcheater. You know, my supreme identity thingy.’

‘Oh yeah.’ You say that and I know you are smiling. And we are silent again. For a minute. But I know it’s not like awkward silence. Cause I hear you breathing. And you hear me. I look again at the drop on the window. Its drops now. I didn’t realize when it got so drizzly. I can see my blue windcheater hung on the doorframe.

‘Let’s meet in 5.’ I say.

‘I know what you’ll be wearing.’

‘My supreme identity thingy.’

‘Love you.’

‘Love you darling.’ I say.

‘It’s not the Victorian era’

‘I know’ and I hang up. Blushing and as happy as I am sure the trees must be outside the window.