This is a true story.
At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed.
Out of respect for the dead, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred.
P.S. Nobody actually died in this story.
Yes, for those who have watched Fargo, I just finished going through Season 3 last night. Hence the hangover. Plus the names of the characters have really been changed in this true story that I’m about to tell you.
Isha and Neil met two years ago at a small dinner party that was thrown by a common friend. Well, actually Neil didn’t know this ‘common friend’ but had tagged along with Yash, who was invited to the dinner. The reason he had tagged along was that Neil was new in the city and was staying at Yash’s apartment, until he found a place of his own. This has no relevance to the story - just thought I’d throw it in for no apparent reason.
At the dinner table, Isha and Neil sat next to each other, by which time they were reasonably well acquainted. Isha thought Neil had a certain innocence that she found endearing. Isha also found it interesting (and cute) that when Neil smiled, only the right side of his mouth moved from its original position. And she couldn’t help but admire his impeccable sense of dressing.
Neil was instantly attracted to Isha. The moment he walked into the party, his eyes were oblivious to everyone but her. He liked her uninhibited laugh. Neil loved her really short hair and how it took nothing away from her femininity. He liked the fact that she drank whiskey and not some girlie cocktail. Isha looked like she had spent all of 10 minutes getting ready for the party and still looked fabulous. And Neil, who had been around a lot of women in his life, noticed her almost unpainted face, her classic sense of dressing and approved.
As you may have guessed, it wasn’t long before Neil and Isha began dating.
“Is she the one I’ve been searching for all this time?” he asked himself.
“He’s just so perfect,” she said to her friends. “I can’t believe how lucky I got.”
Barely a month into their relationship, Neil moved in with Isha.
‘Too soon?’ he wondered.
‘It just feels so right,’ she thought.
Her light snoring was like white noise to him. Put him to sleep right away.
She loved that he made her a big breakfast every morning.
He thought her eating breakfast like a horse was adorable.
“Most important meal of the day”, she said to him.
He also loved that she was happy to drop him to work and pick him up in the evening.
“Traffic in this city sucks. We should just Uber it,” he said.
“I don’t mind driving babe,” was her response.
"You're adorable," he said blowing her a kiss.
"No, you are," she said with a crooked smile.
They celebrated their first month anniversary of living together. He bought her an enormous bouquet of flowers. She bought him a dozen crimson roses.
“They were the manliest flowers I could find. Why can’t men get flowers?” she asked.
“No reason,” he responded.
“Lets not go out,” they both decided.
They stayed in with bottles of chilled beer, pepperoni pizza, four kinds of ice-cream and jazz in the background.
“This is the best evening,” he said.
“The absolute best,” she agreed.
Five more months went by. They didn’t celebrate those monthly anniversaries any longer though.
“I don’t want us to be one of those ‘sickeningly in love’ couples,” she said.
“Pukingly in love,” he replied.
A few more months and it was their one year anniversary. However, neither of them had remembered. Waking up in the living room couch, he felt relieved when he realized that Isha wasn’t home. He didn’t want to deal with the awkwardness after the words that had been exchanged the previous night. His suitcases were already packed and all he wanted was to get out of the apartment before she returned with that annoying face and her barber shop haircut. And that irritating laugh of hers would probably ring in his head for the rest of his life. He couldn’t stand her snoring and had started sleeping on the couch. And who the heck eats that much every single morning?
She had left the apartment early, not wanting to see him again.
“I can’t stand that stupid smile of his!” she had said emphatically to Yash as they ordered breakfast. “It couldn’t be any more fake.”
"The asshole's innocent face had me completely fooled."
“Takes him longer to get dressed than me in the morning.”
“Why the hell can’t he take over the wheel once in a while? Do I look like his bloody chauffeur?”
And so their one year anniversary came and went. Life got better for both of them without the other being around. Everything that they had loved about each other became the very things that began getting on their nerves.
“What did I ever see in him?” she thought.
“I must have lost my mind,” thought he.
And so dear reader, I come to the end of this story. And while you may think that the whole thing is made up, it is as real as you and I. You know what they say about familiarity. It really does breed contempt.
