He liked the red ones best. Standing there at the florist’s wasn’t a new chore of his everyday routine. He had been here often and the saga of melting and breaking hearts will continue, as he always falls for the wrong person. Still not sure about his feelings, the fool takes the bouquet to brunch. Red had always been his colour, he felt that somehow red was actively involved in both sides of the spectrum somewhere signifying love, happiness and passion, whereas somewhere signifying frustration, anger and hatred.
The lanes of Grey Street had never been so chaotic. Cars honking, dogs barking and kids crying. Ron had been living here for the past six years but the downpour this time was just so unexplainable. It took him 25 seconds to register that he has moved past his destination. Somehow bearing with the nature’s nuisance he arrives at his destination a bit late. The lady of roses is standing there waiting for him with a frown, it seems to be all over for the little chap, but as they say the gambler always knows to win the lady and the trump. Ron parked his car went out in the rain with the bouquet and that gentleman like gesture was overwhelmingly enough as an apology. She takes her seat while he drives past the traffic, smoothly. He always had a very strange and sweet chemistry with this one. They were fighting over the songs playing in the stereo system. When suddenly a soundtrack plays, ” this night is cold in the kingdom I can feel you fade away”. The song made all the disagreements fade away and both the souls sat there singing the song in their own worlds.
Somehow both of them were dressed in white. They enter the Bistro with cheered up souls. They take their table, and Ron being the gentleman he was, pulled the chair for the lady. Both glancing through the menu stopped on the same dish to order. Coincidence. Both wore white. Coincidence. Both loved the same song. Coincidence.
This thing had been jamming well for the two of them. Making constant efforts towards each other was visible, intentions not so clear. This is where Ron fell prey to his own affection. Ron started believing that somehow she also felt the same way. Then her phone rings and she excuses herself and receives the call. She comes back to the table seeming all so happy as if she had won a lottery or something. Ron asks the reason for this strange outburst of emotions. She tells him that how her boyfriend was coming to meet her, from Brooklyn. Ron just takes the blow with a pretentious smile and told her how glad he was.
The brunch got over and with a dead heart, a fake smile he drops her home. Ron then goes back to his safe haven and pours himself a large peg of Red Label.
The colour red was again on both sides of the spectrum. Somewhere it was in a vase radiating love, somewhere else it was in a glass radiating sorrow.