I would like to think it was my idea, but it wasn’t.
“It’s nice weather for a drive,” she said, looking out of the french window in the living room. “You should take me on that drive you promised.”
We had the french windows slid open to let in the fresh air. It had rained in the afternoon and washed away the heat that had persisted since last week. There were still a few white unthreatening clouds in the sky, strokes of a white paintbrush on the blue canvas.
Mehek and I had spent the last two days cuddled up in bed under the fan and ordered when we got hungry. It was our time off from the world. It was our way to recharge.
“Yes, we should,” I agreed. “You know we can go to De Parathzzaa cafe on the Mysore road. You wanted to go there, right.”
“The Dhaba, your office girlfriend, told you about,” she teased me.
“Yes, that one,” I told her, grabbing her by the waist and tickling her. I kissed on the back of her neck and slowly made it all the up to her earlobes.
She let out a sigh as I put my hands under her shirt and gently caress along the sides of her waist.
“OK, this would have to wait,” I said, getting up. “Chop chop, let’s get ready.”
“Damn you,” she muttered under her breath. “You excite me and then stop. You can’t do this!”
“Oh well. It’s your punishment for teasing me.” I shrugged.
“Your punishment,” she throws a pillow at me. “You started this.”
NICE Road is one of the few roads worth a damn in Bangalore. The only place I can press the paddle down and switch to top gear. I let the windows down and turned on the music.
The sun cast long shadows on the dusty asphalt road in front of us. We overtook slow-moving trucks and swayed with the curves of the road. We exited the NICE Road to join the Mysore highway and drove for another half an hour to reach the Dhaba.
It was a wooden cabin with ample parking and open fields. The wood had a warm hue reflecting the light from the setting sun, and the green of the spruce tree on the side of the cabin had a beautiful shade of lime green. The fields behind the Dhaba were creased by long shadows of the trees on the far end.
The rushing highway traffic almost sounded like a stream if I closed my eyes, and the evening breeze could almost make me forget I was next to one of the busiest highways in the state.
We ordered paratha, onion pakoras, and chai.
Once we finished our evening snack, we took photographs around the cafe and explored the fields.
“Won’t it be fun the make out behind those trees?” Mehek whispered in my ear, pointing at the far side of the fields
We walked across the field to the thicket. Here the ground was still damp from the rain, and I wasn’t keen on entering the wet flora with my sandals. Mehek was wearing heels, which made it impractical to go any further.
I gave her a peck on the cheek and said, “OK, that’s it. I am not going any further. This will have to do.”
She frowned and screwed up her face. I leaned in to hug her, and she kissed me on the cheek, leaving a generous imprint of her red lipstick. I tried to remove it with my finger but ended up making it worse.
Mehek giggled and wiped the mark using the tissue she had picked up from the table.
When we retreated to the comfort of the Dhaba, we had another cup of tea. We watched the sunset behind the trees, and it turned dark. Soon thick clouds rolled in, and we decided it was time to start our return journey.
After I got in the car, I turned on the music system and picked Stay High by Tove Lo from the playlist. As soon as we pulled out of the Dhaba, it started to rain.
“This was perfect,” Mehek said.
“It indeed was,” I replied. “We couldn’t have planned it better.”