And the madness was there-intact-but what made the difference was that there was no need of hiding it or even showing it, for they both knew each other well enough, to be scared, to care and to pretend everything would burn down to the philosophy they shared, the jokes they cracked, the nostalgia they suffered and the love they just won’t get into!
It was a bright day and a warm one as well. The breeze was an add-on, and the weather could have been precisely dictated by one word…winter sun. And she noticed, how the fate has entangled them and somewhere, none of them was ready to let-go yet not to hold on also. The same fate had made them a kind of pre-requisites, parasitic at times, infalliable, and eventually a sort of-buffer-action for when either of them were messed-up.
They would throw words at each other, kisses at others, hugs were rare, but they were warm and comforting anyhow and they couldn’t stop talking to each other. The worst or the best was they knew what can hurt them…
Over the cup of Cappucino and Cookie ‘n’ cream, she found herself staring at him and saying
“I’m gonna propose you..”
He stared at her, open mouthed, somewhat in an amusing manner. She carried on lightly from there, like she had’t seen his reaction.
“…five or six years later. That would be it-there and there, there and then. You can say no or yes, and it won’t make a difference…and I’m going to tell you the reasons. Love,may be or may be not one of them..”

He smiled at her and said..
“Bitch, you better remmember that!”

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