Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Fifty: Lagrangian Mechanics (Part 3)

'Wish her a happy Pongal, I mean Satya.'

Xavier read Valmiki's message and clicked his tongue, 'You can message her, Miki, she is not going to block you.', he snickered as he already knew what would be Valmiki's reply.

'I AM NOT MIKI!'

Seeing all caps he guffawed, it surely felt like Valmiki was screaming at the top of his lungs from the peaks of the Morgan Hills. Poor chap couldn't do much from his fancy apartment in San Jose.

'Sweet Dreams, Miki.'

Bowing down he leaned inside his car and kept his phone in the passenger seat. It was pretty difficult with the stupid ethnic attire, the vesti just wasn't made for driving cars.

He kicked his right leg behind and grabbed the bottom edge of the cloth. Tying it across his waist he looked at his bare legs, his knees barely hiding under the folds of the vesti. Well, it did have the benefits of not being a clingy material like trousers or jeans. He shrugged indifferently and comfortably sat inside the car.

His phone pinged, 'The next time I see you, I'll make sure you regret teasing me.', Valmiki's threats sounded too naive and hollow to him.

Grinning he started his car and it roared to life. Sometimes things like this made him believe that he wasn't a sore loser. He did have great friends and somewhat had a great life which he could have enjoyed from the start of it.

Yes, only if he had stopped whining over his broken heart earlier than the time it took him and had started being pragmatic. He could have had the best years of his life. He had to be a gullible fool, cry over his ex-wife, and waste himself to rot. Why? Because he had done nothing but love her the most?

She had been right, it had probably been for the best, for both of them, as he had let her control him, his feelings, his emotions, his mind, and his body. Fucked him up as she wished.

And it felt better to be back in control of himself.

Except for the times when your sweetheart's lips are pouting at you.

Grunting in disapproval he shook his head. That was a different topic, he didn't want to delve much of it. She was attracted to him and he felt the same, it was plain and simple. He wouldn't allow anything other than that.

He did feel stabbed in the gut when he had seen her with that gujju boy. But it was better that way, his attraction would fade once she went out with the young lad. And probably she would also see better days without being constantly teased by him.

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Velu Anna, the gatekeeper was eagerly waiting for him, "Xavier Thambi, Happy Pongal!", he smiled at him, the older man calling him a younger brother made him feel warm.

"Happy Pongal, Anna. Any extra guests?", he enquired.

"Devi'ma and Paapa only.", Velu replied as he opened the gate, "Who else would be there.", the older guy's face saddened.

"Well, I am here.", he tried to cheer him up.

He got a weak smile in return, "There is a guest I think... a lady."

"Oh, okay!", he replied as he drove past the gate and entered the royal bungalow of the Satya Devi.

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Xavier looked at himself in the rearview mirror of his car. He had to look decent, there was a mission to accomplish. He had been a piece of shit if not the pain in the ass to Satya for the past few weeks. The last time he had insisted on having a drink inside her cabin, she had been completely silent.

It was jarring, Satya never went on a silent spree longer than ten minutes. He knew that it was him, she cared for him the most but he had treated her like shit. She didn't deserve it, an asshole friend who discarded her after dumping his emotional baggage on her.

She had been quiet with her matter with Narayan. He still wasn't interested in prodding, but somewhere in his mind, he knew that the added effect of silence was because of her current love interest. He might not be of great help, but he wanted her to talk to him, at least forgive him for his stupidity.

He had groomed himself to the standards of the Satya Devi. A neat haircut; beard and mustache completely clean-shaven; and wearing the perfect ethnic dress of her liking, a silk shirt and vesti. She had once told him that men and women should always be groomed and look regal, if not then there was no need to earn a single rupee above the bare minimum requirements.

She had a different perspective on life.

He even wore his gold chain which was his mother's last gift to him. It had felt uncomfortable initially but as the minutes passed, he had felt the presence of his Amma around him- humming a beautiful raga- and it had relaxed his uneasiness.

Slowly exhaling he exited from his car after parking it in a designated parking lot. He needed strength to face the wrath of Satya Devi.

Lord have mercy...

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A/N

No words to describe "The Life of Ram", it sums up all our lives, that's all.

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