Chocolate And Vanilla
He had parked his car, but he didn’t let go his grip on the wheel. He heaved sighs hoping that his anxiety would dissipate.
After gathering some courage, he stepped out of the car and begun to walk to the cafe. But soon he stopped in his tracks and retraced his path. He huddled himself in front of the rear view mirror and groomed himself for one last time. Ten minutes and several adjustments later, he was satisfied with his appearance.
Several anxious steps later he was in the cafe. His eyes wandered around and rested on a solitary desk in a corner while it’s lone occupant nodded in recognition.
He had been to many dates before; enough to make a list of things that can go horribly wrong on a date. It was not a date however. Their parents had arranged their marriage. And now they were in the dreaded and awkward ‘getting to know’ phase.
He made himself comfortable and immediately felt his neck tie squeezing his throat. He cursed himself for having adorned his corporate suit while she was wearing a long flowing polka dotted skirt.
After some initial hesitation, the conversation flowed and the oddities disappeared.
Since she was a regular at the place, she placed the order. The waiter arrived with two lavishly decorated lava
‘It’s one of my favorites,’ she said. ‘The core is vanilla cream, but the crust is textured chocolate . Both are quite different but together they taste delicious.’
‘What is your idea of quality time?’ she asked.
‘Maybe a road trip with friends to some beach town,’ he said in an attempt to sound as cool as possible.
‘What about you?’
‘Maybe sitting alone on a rooftop and gaze at the stars, and watch the city and its lights,’ she said.
It did not take him long to realize that their worlds were on the opposite ends of the spectrum.
The only music that dominated his play list were the latest Bollywood tracks or instrument-laden songs of Western pop artists. On the other hand, she had a curated collection of music from the 70s. He was happy with his monotonous corporate life reaping the rewards of his dark circles. But she wished to be a poet, travel and see places.
‘You do realize that we are quite the opposites,’ she confirmed his apprehensions.
‘I believe we can make it,’ he reasoned.
‘Maybe like chocolate and vanilla,’ he said, pointing to the last portions of the cake which also laced her rosy lips.
~ Samyak Pradhan | Edited by Afreen Zeb