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Noodles, Nimbu Paani & A Nice Guy




“Hi! I am Milan”

Asha shook hands with the guy and stuttered, “I’m Asha” and managed a weak attempt at smiling.

“Please, please sit. Can I get you some water, something to drink?”

Asha shook her head, giving Milan a no for an answer.

As she sat down, she wondered, Milan ehh, how come nobody told her. The waiter brought the menu cards and Milan was engrossed in it.  She knew what she would order and waited for him to pick his dish, meanwhile she sized him up. For a malayali guy, he was above average in looks, bordered on being handsome, tall, wheatish complexion, a lean face with a sharp nose. 


He glanced up to look for the waiter, instead caught her looking, maybe even staring at him. Asha quickly looked away and there was the faint trace of a blush on her cheeks. He smiled and called for the waiter. When the guy came to get their order, Milan indicated Asha to go ahead and she promptly ordered egg noodles. Milan looked surprised and told the waiter," Make it two and also one gobi manchurian please."


Why does this man say please for everything, but then it doesn’t sound like he is making it up. Is he a good actor or is he like this always? Her mind was incessantly asking a hundred questions and she was struggling to keep a straight face. She’d come prepared for this, the question that all men inevitably begin a conversation with – ‘so, tell me about yourself’, she had already thought out what and how she would answer this. But why isn’t he asking me anything!
As soon as the waiter left them alone again, he looked at Asha and asked,” How come you are early? I thought we had fixed the time for 1.00” with a cute boyish smile.

Uh oh. Now what. What would she say? Make something up or just tell him the truth? Her mind suddenly told her that if she was early, so was he.

“It looked like you  reached earlier than me.”

“Well, to be honest, I didn’t want to make you wait for me in case you happened to come early.”

That struck a chord in her - only her dad used to do that to her. If she asked him to pick her up at 5.30, he would ensure that he reached well before 5.15 and wait for her, just in case she wants to leave early, but cannot because her dad is not there. She had always found the gesture sweet and frankly did not expect anyone else to be like that. But here this guy is; what does he think of himself, of me, what does he want of me, does he really see a future with me, her mind started questioning again.

“Ma’am, would you want to order a drink?”

The waiter was back and was interrupting her thoughts, talk about timing! Without thinking anything more or even glancing at the menu, she asked for a nimbu paani so that she could return to the comfortable realm of her mind; but then she remembered, she was here to make conversation with another person, not with her own mind.

“So Milan, tell me something about yourself, what do you do for a living?”

“I thought you’d never ask” he seemed excited to talk about his job, “I am into advertising and we deal with some of the big brands back in the US. It is such a different market when compared to India and us a very exciting place to live in.”

“Oh, you do seem to like your job a lot.”

“Like? I love it!!”

Would you let me do the work I love, in case we decide to get married? As if overhearing her conversation with herself, he continued, “You know, I believe every individual who is put on this earth has a particular purpose, a particular calling. You need to find out what it is, and pursue it no matter what. If you don’t chase your dreams, who else will?”

Wow. I like the way his mind works. Does he really think like this, or is he just trying to talk big big things to try to impress me? Her mind was churning out questions after questions. If only it would just shut and listen, if only it would her peace for some time and let her be 100% in this conversation with this guy.

The waiter came over with the steaming food and two chilled glasses of fresh lime juice. 


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Girls in India are caught in the drift when they reach a particular age. They suddenly face a dilemma as to what to focus on in their life, whether to make a career and ensure a living or to get married and secure their life. Girls who remain single after the so called marriageable age are frowned upon by the society and are considered a burden for their families.

Throughout the month of April, thanks to the AtoZ Challenge, I am trying to portray the life of Asha, a common Indian girl with dreams and aspirations. Everyday we focus on one alphabet starting from A on April 1st till Z on April 30th. Stick with me till the end of the journey and do tell me what you think of my writing and my Asha.



A - An Arranged Marriage
B - Bridal Dreams
C - Cherubs From Heaven
D - Rusty Dusty Delhi
E - Ernakulam 
F - Fretting Over F.R.I.E.N.D.S & Fiancé
G - Gratifying Rendezvous
H - Hospitality Crash Course
I - I Love You??!!
J - Journalism's Joy
K - Krishna
L - Love, Longing & Life
M - Milan - A Meeting
N- Noodles, Nimbu Paani & A Nice Guy
O - Online?
P - Phone Number
Q - Questions!
R - Risks
S - Some Soul Searching
T - Timeless Tableau, A Twist in The Tale
U - Union



Comments

  1. Now I want to grab more of this sumptuous tale :)

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    1. I agree with Sridevi !!
      would love to see how they proceed

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    2. Wow guys, the feedback and support you give is so overwhelming :)

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  2. Noodles Nimbu pani and a Nice Guy - sounds like a perfect date to me. Look forward to your post tomorrow.

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    1. Thanks Suzy.. if all goes well, it will be up at midnight :)

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  3. Wow! So far, so good! Looks like really a nice guy! Waiting for tomorrow now! :)

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    1. He he.. I am really happy that all the ladies are liking Milan :)

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  4. Your story is shaping up so well, I can't wait to see what happens next.

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  5. wow ! Seems like a good guy .. wonder whats gonna happen next :P

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    1. He he :)
      Do come back again, and you will know :)

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  6. ahhhhhhhh exciting!! He sounds nice so far!

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  7. Do they really make them like that? I didn't mean the noodles and the nimbu paani! ;) Waiting for the next course.

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  8. This is totally how a girl's mind works! Love it!

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    1. Guess, that proves to all my friends out there who think I am a tomboy :)

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  9. Awww! Of course they get married :) Can't wait for the next part!

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    1. Awww :) That is really sweet of you to foresee such a bright future for them :)

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  10. So far, so good! Is there going to be a twist in the tale!?! Just asking!! :D

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    1. Depends on how the remaining of the alphabets are treating me :)

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  11. Yes...me too. Waiting for the next course.

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  12. Nice one. :)

    And I have nominated you for the Liebster blog award. Check out my blog (and the one who nominated me) for the rules if you decide to do it. :)

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    1. Awwww :)
      Thank you soooooo much dear. Coming by your blog right away!

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  13. Thanks so much for the visit! I am definitely going to further my reading hear...you've peaked my interest!!! :)

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    1. Thank you for the return visit :)
      I do hope you enjoy my writing

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  14. What happened after they had their nimbu pani and noodles? :) lovely start to a love story.

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    1. The story will continue through the alphabets, O post is up, by the way :)

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  15. You are good at stories, nice to read of nimbu, noodles and nice guy, would like your to continue.. thanks for sharing !

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