uncomplicated love story.
that’s exactly what this is, uncomplicated. So, don’t read it if you want a
glamorous, sharp and witty story.
for starters, it was a good day. The kind of day when all the angels seem to be
celebrating in the sky. The kind when the trees are spotted with flowers and
it’s just windy enough to fly a
three of us used to live in adjoining houses. That is to say- I lived in between
the two of them. So, as I was lying in the garden, reading a book, Dennis’
head popped up. He wanted to know if his ball had fallen in my garden, and I
told him I couldn’t care less if it had.
So then my other
neighbour Gladys’ head popped up the opposite fence and she wanted to know if
she could drop in to say hi.
And then, they saw each other.
You could see his jaw dropping slightly,
and her eyes brightening, almost at once. I, of course, did the right thing and
introduced them immediately.
“Gladys, this is my pal Dennis. Dennis,
this is our new neighbour Gladys.”
“Hi.” He said.
“Hello.” She replied.
of them blushed, and I rolled my eyes, wondering if this was going to happen all
passed, and both Gladys and Dennis became good friends of mine. The only
irritating thing was, that every time I phoned either of them, they would
proclaim to me that they were in love, it was so beautiful, life was
wonderful… Yada, Yada, Yada!
time they met each other however, they would blush a brilliant red, mumble
something like, ‘Hi.’ And try to run away as fast as possible. Then, when
they were talking to me on the phone – each would tell me how great the other
was, and just how lucky he or she was to be able to look at the object of their
affection without fainting or going mad. Of course, both of them made me swear
not to tell the other person anything.
And, of course I told the other person everything.
that they believed me.
I told Dennis she thought he was handsome,
would tell me, “It’s not possible for someone as good-looking and smart as
her to fall for a jock like me.”
when I repeated that to Gladys, she would just laugh and say, “You are just
saying that to make me feel better --- Imagine the coolest guy in school falling
for an un-cool DORK like me??”
I have to admit I was not at all nice to them. I would tease them unmercifully,
and otherwise embarrass them. Besides, I couldn’t help being a bit
jealous. I knew Roger (my Boyfriend) was a great guy. But I also knew
that I could never love him like those two loved each other.
one day, I finally told Gladys, “I’m going to the pizzeria today, at four.
Dennis is going to be there.”
looked up with a puzzled expression on her face, and I continued, “If you
don’t come and tell him that you like him, then I
blanched, and exclaimed, “You Wouldn’t!”
me.” I replied. “I will.”
told Dennis the same thing --- Gladys was going to be at the pizzeria at Four,
he didn’t come and tell her…
mushy, ain't it?
the two of them arrived at Tony’s that day, (Both In their best Clothes, I
might add) they still wouldn’t say a word, and the three of us sat there
looking like we were at a funeral. Finally, I got sick of both of them and said,
“Okay, that’s it. I’m telling…”
both exclaimed, “No Jenny --- Don’t!...’’
I left the table, and left them looking at each other quizzically.
the time I came back with the pizza… Well, I don’t know what they said to
each other but both were laughing merrily.
love bloomed. The two were seen together everywhere, and they always
seemed to hold hands.
I said to Roger, “It’s sickening.”
that’s the end of their story.
soon moved away from Shimla to the States, and both of them forgot each other.
(Except for an occasional letter.)
mean, at least, SHE forgot HIM. He would come to my house everyday to tell me
how much he missed her, and how he WISHED she’d come back, and how beautiful
she was, and how he wanted to see her again….
even things out a little, I began to tell the poor heartbroken fellow a lot of
things about Roger and me.
soon, he began to change. I thought he’d forgotten her. And I was right.
stopped speaking about her, and started talking more about himself. The more we
talked, the more we laughed, and in between that laughter --- something clicked.
when he first told me he thought he loved me, I disbelieved him, naturally
enough. I rejected him, by laughingly saying, “Yeah right! As if! Gladys
yesterday, me today --- who’ll it be tomorrow? ”
it will.” I said, sarcastically.
don’t worry.” He said, as he got ready to leave, “I’ll convince you.”
so, he did. For five years he tried hard to convince me, and for five years, I
ignored him. Until in the end I realized --- I was convinced.
so twenty-five years later, I am still convinced.