Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti's post Paris Visa : Falling in Love on Blogcritics.org made me wonder whether Aaman and I would have gotten together ten years ago while we were both college goers. Probably not; he was into girls who topped the class and I was into booze, ciggies and feminism.
I'm not even sure we would have acknowledged each other if we had been in the same class.
Aaman had a steady girlfriend back then - a nice enough girl with a competitive streak who had friends that burnt the midnight oil studying as opposed to me who spent her nights throwing up or holding her girlfriends while they threw up.
Our worlds were totally different. He went to pubs and I danced at nightclubs; he had fights with his girlfriend and I preferred to have heartbreaks without the break ups.
Who would have thought that ten years later I'd find myself falling in love in with him over a cup of tea in a run down coffee shop called Flury's in Calcutta.
We had so much in common and yet were so different. Aaman was a quizmaster who spent his Sunday lunchs debating with journalists and I was a high strung party girl who spent Sunday snoozing in her messy bed.
Yet, when we finally got to meet sparks flew- we loved books, dogs, had the same taste in music and shared a common tragedy.
Aaman had lost his mother to cancer and I lost my father a year later. We had been jolted out of our comfort zones. He had a grieving father to take care of and I had a devastated mother and a younger sister to emotionally support.
After my father's death my partying days had come to a standstill; I spent quiet nights at home with my mother and sister and taught first graders during the day.