We had been chatting nonchalantly for a while. It was only our second meet. Aman had invited me over for dinner when we first met at a common friend’s party. Since we had gelled along well in the short time, it seemed a nice idea to take the friendship ahead. He wasn’t surprised when I accepted. Now, sitting here on deer spotted bean bags in his 30*10 modernly furnished living room on the 25th floor of his apartment, beside the wall to wall window facing the Arabian Sea, the idea seemed a little awkward. He was too friendly and I was too relenting. There was something going between us which I was unable to read. As I sat looking outside the window, I noticed a puppy straying aimlessly.
“Hey look. He’s so cute. Seems to have separated from his family.” I said.
“I’ll be right back,” he said as he rushed to the door and outside. I went back to looking at the pup. After a minute, I lost track of it and got up to look around his place. A whimping sound made me turn back. Aman was back with the pup. I ran to take it from his arms. As I caressed it, a thought crossed my mind.
“We! I like it.” He said in a voice softer than a whisper. I was too engrossed in Softy to notice his intent.
“I don’t like the divided attention. I shouldn’t have brought the pup here.” Aman said complainingly.
“Ah! You are jealous,” I said moving to the kitchen to find something for Softy to eat. “What will happen when there’ll be kids?” I added handing Softy to him.
“Kids?” he asked.
“Yes, kids,” I said taking milk out from the refrigerator and pouring it in a flat wide bowl. “I’ll have no time for you then. We’ll divide our duties and take them out every weekend.” Taking the pup from him, I placed the bowl on the dining table and let Softy at it. Once the pup started slurping, I looked back at Aman satisfactorily.
He bore a mischievous smile on his face.
Then I realized what I had just said. I was pale with embarrasement.
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