#169 …when she will cook and dress up for you.

“But why do you want to cook?” I asked Darshana following her to the kitchen.

“Because I feel like,” she said opening the drawer to take the pan out.

Though it was like a wonder to see her enter kitchen for cooking rather than eating, I decided not to kill her enthusiasm and help her instead. Once we had finished, she went to her room to change, for her dress had stains all over proving our inefficiency at the art. After half an hour when she didn’t emerge, I banged on her door.

“I am dying of hunger. If you do not come out now, I’ll treat myself alone.”

“Do not,” she said opening the door in a hurry and running to the kitchen. I saw she was dressed for outdoors.

“Are you going out somewhere?” I asked taking a note of her strange behaviours.

“Got to meet a friend,” she said pouring the pasta in a casserole.
“Who are you taking this for?” I eyed her suspiciously.
“For my friend. Since I am late, I’ll share my meal with her. Have left some for you.”
I could smell something was fishy about the whole affair – first the way she was interested in cooking and secondly the way she had meticulously dressed. I let her go without further questioning. After a few minutes I heard a message beep. I checked my mobile. It wasn’t mine. I looked for the other mobile. There it was, on the dining table. Darshana had forgotten her mobile in her hurry. Once I clicked on it, the entire story behind her cooking and dressing up was crystal clear.
The sender was some RAJ – Hi baby. I am dying to see you. come soon. waiting eagerly for your hand cooked pasta.