A table bill tale

We were the modern couple, both earning, both spending, it was a good, silent deal between us; we were foodies and she paid my bill, I paid her, and my bill was always lower than her; but she was as much able to understand manly lives as she did her feminist job. And equalled the bill by rewarding waiter a tip, a tip that waiter knew what exactly it was for.. And than all the adulthood's childish stuff; clothes torn; wet bed; drunk nights; nude morns; and the story was being continued daily.. suddenly one day she lowered her bill, doubled her tip; which was now not being paid to the waiter; but the doctor was the "weight ka machine".. matlab ki jo sikka dalo aur chalta hai.. ye thoda bada wala tha to bundles leta tha.. kaam dene ke liye.. i got paralysis attack.. and all the lower body gone trash.. I was like.. wow kitni bepanah mohabbat hai ye, bewajah ki chahat kitni rahat deti hai, kagaz pe hum ulfat likhte hai; hothon se woh dastkhat deti hai.. it was gonna be a happy ending of the mid story.. but let me not be a protocold writer.. every endings are not so happy.. why she cared so much for me? me uska babu tha isliye? 

2 years later..

           I entered with the wheelchair on wet roads of her street and her balcony's wind charm was full in mood.. I heard that beautiful sound of closeness; but ruko.. main to yanha hun??? After 2 years of surgery and 5 operations; doctor finally said that it won't change.. means no physicalism.. no social distance ki parwah kyun ki pass hi nahi aa payenge? And I by the lift in ber flat reached her floor; what a grand welcome it was; the door was half open and full were they; the waiter and she; now I got the idea.. all that money stuff spent for me was not for me.. it was just a formality for getting physical.. she tipped waiter to arrange for the room.. she paid fees to doctor because she wanted it physical.. we broke up and impressed our thumb on our live in relationship agreement closure.. my thumb was stamped near her's.. it was the last physical contact we made..

2 years later..

           I entered with the wheelchair on wet roads of her street and her balcony's wind charm was full in mood.. 

I heard that beautiful sound of closeness; but ruko.. main to yanha hun??? After 2 years of surgery and 5 operations; doctor finally said that it won't change.. means no physicalism.. so we were karib-karib single-single. 

    I by the lift of her flat reached her floor; what a grand welcome it was; the door was half open and full were they; the waiter and she; now I got the idea.. all that money stuff spent for me was not for me.. it was just a formality for getting physical.. she tipped waiter to arrange for the room.. she paid fees to doctor because she wanted it physical, ME, physical.. 

   It all ended in the same hotel, we took the bill together and it was our last physical contact, I paid my bill and she paid her's. No tips. No love. And the lawyer paid for himself. She for ever got flee and I for ever got free.