Of love, shots and other demons sparing Bangalore traffic

‘Do you know, love transcends all barriers and every constricts of the society’ she said with a sigh.

We were having our morning tea in her tastefully furnished balcony. On any regular day, I would have dismissed her. The thick morning fog and impending Bangalore traffic can shroud one's thoughts to create enough damage. But I heard a gasp at the end which is very unusual of her. I decided to let the conversation take its course.

After a moment of silence, she continued.

‘Men and women are wired differently. Men have this urge to spread their seeds to the maximum extent. Women, on the other hand, has more on the table. The lion’s share of responsibility to take care of the offspring emotionally and physically lies with us and it extends to most part of our sane life. So we tend to be very choosy when picking up a partner to procreate, to have sex.’

Well, I am not a deep thinker, and my reads are confined to pulp fiction and thrillers. So this piece of information was new and welcoming to me. I noted it down to be used later to impress my Tinder dates.

‘Love, deep regard, and respect are enough for couples to live together. Marriage is a societal construct so that even if the couple literally hates each other, they will live together. Essentially it is only for the protection of the kids, to give them stability, to have a predictable future that the institution exists. But the people involved are actually at a loss if they don't yearn for each other, and the majority of couples are not. Isn’t it a sad plight?’

Now that I am forced to share my opinion, I mumbled. ‘Sweet, I am not aware of the nitty-gritty of complex human relationships like marriages neither am I inclined to experience it in my lifetime.’ I gave her a look that begged to spare me from the embarrassment. Right then the alarm went off cautioning us to get ready for office. I knew that we are not done yet.

We got ourselves busy with the busy office schedule that the topic took a week to resurface. This time our thoughts flowed freely over two shots of single malts.

.. to be continued