dot in love

[All our young lives we search for someone to love. We choose partners, change partners... all the while wondering if there's someone, somewhere, searching for us - Bertrand Russel]

I promised you that I would be writing about this. Do didn’t seem to mind too, but now I am having second thoughts about it as the situation is still precarious. The clear day that was supposed to come never did. But it would be unappreciative not to say that things are better. Still its been 3 months and I guess it would be okay to write about it.

Am I not making sense? Well, I suppose not. For this to make sense I have to go a long way back. The days when Dot used to be preoccupied. Not to mention that he was losing wait like a bucket with a large hole at the bottom. After one of the Coffee Day meets when he seemed to be tensed more than the usual amount and when Mush also asked me what was wrong with him I confronted him. I mean, a guy whom you know to be a certified workaholic and hates to get up to pee for 2 minutes takes leave for 3-4 days you gotta assume something’s wrong. The gang was slowly walking down from the Bombay Store to Church Street and I managed to get him in private.

I asked him, “So, Whats up?” Needless to say I am not much of conversationalist when it comes to prying. Dot said, “Nothing”. “You sure?”, I asked, “You seem upset these days, Dude. You are losing weight and can’t see you in office like it used to be”. He said, “I am fine”. That “I am fine” would have convinced me if he hadn’t sounded like he wanted to put hands through his throat and rip his heart off. I had a hunch, a pretty good one as hunches go and decided to play it, “Is it her?”. He asked, “Who?” When I said the name he blurted “ What?? Noooo Way Dude!! I have some family problems, that’s all!!”

It would have ended there, if he had not called me to the rooftop cafeteria at work. But that’s the second part…Right??