Sense Of Proposal

I was filling my cup in the tea machine. I had developed an innovative skill to make my tea special one. When I discovered that the outlet from the machine releases milk then water then again milk. I would pull back my hand at the time of water to elevate the order of milk in my tea. I had kept that a secret. I couldn't notice that another girl from my company was standing behind in waiting and watching my activity. I just shrank.To my surprise, she asked me," what happens out of this? "

I said," actually I can't have tea with low MPL, as delivered by this poor machine."

" MPL ?"

" Milk Per Litre "

"O wow", she said shyly.

She was amazing. It was definitely my first encounter with the most beautiful element of the system I was in.

I said, " I cannot believe this."

" what ?"

" A girl initiating an interaction with an unknown boy."

" It's not like that. It means you don't know much then."

" I have heard that girl has a sixth sense. She finds it very fast which boy is good. I mean which boys have those bad eyes type of." I wanted to extend it enough. Actually I was doing that helplessly.

" It's true. But this time I have not applied my sense," she said.

" Ok then please apply this and verify me before having more. I think we should stop it for your safety."

" And for the security of our jobs as well"

By that time I had taught her how to get high MPL tea.

I came to my desk. She was In the HR department. I did not know what these HR guys do the whole day.

It was the first day my second week in office when my manager told me to go to get my salary account opened with ICICI bank. There I met again the same HR girl. Blue jeans long untied hair. She was pretty. She helped in completing the whole process fast. She was behaving as we were already friends. I did not want to force conversation. I wanted to avoid rapid eye contact. I wished I see her just after she sees me. But I didn't succeed. Those were the only way to convince her that the guy she is talking is safe for her.

We had started meeting more often. Before office, after office. She once told me, " why don't you come to me for lunch. We will share vegetables.

I had conveyed to her that I was a bachelor living alone.

Girls are kind of nature.

One day a mild earthquake hit the building. I tried my best not to get afraid before her. Her sense of fear was a beauty to watch. If one can look this good in fear then what about love mood. I imagined. While standing in the open ground I cracked some of my original jokes to make her smile. She would like my jokes. I told her about my creativity. She started liking everything about me.

She used to send some good messages. One day she told me the girl I marry would be lucky because I would always make her happy with my words. I jokingly proposed her," won't you like to be that lucky girl?" I added sorry without any delay.

She smiled and said why not.

I knew she said that out of respect.

Now we have started talking over phones. But she always talked about love, life.

One day she asked me," do you love someone?"

I wanted to say yes. I said," no."

"Why?"

"Because I do not know who loves me. I have the right to love only who loves me ."

" What a logic ?"

"Yes I do not advocate the idea of one-sided love"

She started.

" But it's selfishness. Think about someone who loves someone who does love him or her. Isn't this great?"

I said, " loving deceit is not great heartedness but dead heartedness ."

She never countered my opinion.

In fact, I told her that I am a storyteller. And talk different voices of different characters at different times. By this, I used to pass any ill feelings about matched, unmatched debates.

She did not tell more facts about her family, so did I. She had told me that there is a friend of hers who is the son of his father's friend also. And both are very good friends. 

The time came.

She told me that her marriage is fixed

She requested me," come to my home. My whole family knows you. I have told them enough stories about you. How funny, how good, and most important how respectful to women.

I tried to compare the word funny with a sense of humor.

I reached her home. Uncle Ji sat for some time and left. She was so happy that her mother told me that she was in her best in the last few months.

Initially, her brother wandered here and there as some untrained spy but her fixed marriage with some other person( my opponent, Mr lucky) was my licensed. I cursed the license.

She not only arranged everything but told me the whole story. She reminded me of my good quotes. How once I said before hugging handshake is necessary. The excuse of not marrying because the carrier is not set is a cheat to girlfriend. No one is fully set in this competitive world. and many more. She showed me his photo on the mobile phone. He was ten times better than me. Real home.

"He is a hero ', I said.

She tried to smile.

I wanted to know if everything was okay.

" You love him?"

"Yes"

"How long ?"

" When I first saw him after he returned from Australia after 4 years."

" O really big"

I discovered that there were some waves in her relationship. She wants to marry him to fix everything.

" Does he make you laugh ?" I had heard from her that girls want to marry someone who can keep her happy in small talks, not who can give her big things.

She said, " he does not have a sense of humor like you." The first time she was correct about me.

Her mother was heard speaking loudly, " she is more happy with this boy rather than her promising husband.

I wanted to say, your mother is not wrong.

I thought she would react but she appreciated instead by not reacting.

I said, "have a lengthy thought over this. you have to fix your precious life, not someone other's ego and attitude. No one is more important than yourself.

When I was out of her gate she said," may I propose you?"

"Do you want to repay my funny proposal?"

"No, I want to marry a boy who has the courage to propose for marriage before going into bed."

I said yes. Like every happy ending of most of the Bollywood movies we got married.