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Falling in Love

Sangeeta was heartbroken.  She peered into the coffee mug as if the dregs in it contained the perfect metaphor for her life.

"What happened, honey?" asked Rakesh.  "You've suddenly gone moody."

They were on their first date.  Sitting in the ethereal air of Cafe Coffee Day, they admired each other before the mutual assessment took off as naturally as the dessert followed the meal.  Facebook had brought them together and Whatsapp had sealed the bond firmly.

"Blue is NOT your favourite colour!" She asked as if her world had broken apart.

"No. Not at all. But what does that matter?"

"I thought blue was your favourite colour. I always wanted to marry a man whose favourite colour was blue."

"Oh, honey, but who told you blue was my favourite colour?"

"Your first profile pic on fb had a blue tee."

"Oh, yeah?"

"I always thought blue was your favourite colour."

"What does the colour matter, darling, in a universe that's always expanding into nothing that's something?"

He had borrowed that from Einstein. When Elsa, his wife, complained about the dress he was wearing for a party, the genius had made that response.

Unlike Elsa who was put off further by the philosophy of the scientist, Sangeeta found her spirits returning.

"I like what you said just now. It sounds coooool."

And with all the senses, she fell in love once again.

😄

PS. Written for Indispire edition 123: With all your senses, "Fall in Love - One more time". #FallingInLove


Comments

  1. Pranju chakrapaniJune 25, 2016 at 2:31 PM

    Thank god, if only he exists, that her sense of coolness is scientific unlike her sense of color. On a serious note I have always liked that quote.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJune 25, 2016 at 2:45 PM

      The sense may not be as scientific as it is shallow.

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    2. Pranju chakrapaniJune 25, 2016 at 7:28 PM

      Can I now give the excuse of getting sidetracked and swayed by that quote :) Of course it was a shallow love on her part

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    3. Tomichan MatheikalJune 25, 2016 at 7:54 PM

      Let me ride the high horse and excuse you ☺

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  2. Easwar ArumugamJune 25, 2016 at 3:41 PM

    One need a reason or two to fall in love again.

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  3. sunaina sharmaJune 25, 2016 at 6:11 PM

    What else could be expected from a relationship strengthened by watsapp and FB....! Universe seems to be contracting in between the two....!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJune 25, 2016 at 7:55 PM

      Einstein would have made a new theory of relativity had he been alive ☺

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  4. Dr. Priyanka Shanbhag ShroffJune 25, 2016 at 8:35 PM

    That is one great short read! After all, a lot can happen over coffee 🙃

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  5. AbhiJune 26, 2016 at 1:05 PM

    Interesting one !

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  6. UnknownJune 26, 2016 at 8:02 PM

    A lot can happen over a coffee and a nice quote! :)
    Nice one!

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  7. CYNOSUREJune 26, 2016 at 11:29 PM

    That was kinda sweet

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  8. Anupam PatraJune 27, 2016 at 9:01 AM

    "Your first profile pic on fb had a blue tee.". Hahahaha. Loved this one Tomichan.

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  9. LsJune 28, 2016 at 4:58 PM

    Umm.. The girl fell for the color blue because his FB profile had a blue tee.. Girls are becoming sillier and sillier, but I know they exist. Sigh!

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  10. MansiJune 28, 2016 at 8:33 PM

    The digital love... Liked it :)

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  11. DahliaJune 29, 2016 at 8:11 PM

    Perfectly in keeping with the sentiments of today - well crafted!

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