When Life Gives You Cucumbers, Make Peace

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The power of instant connect ! I knew I had you the moment I said explicit; After all, most readers are oestrogen led. But this isn’t the point of this..

This is about a 52-year-old who was leading his life quite normally; now that would mean going about his job like a mature individual who isn’t carried away by the vagaries of today’s world.

But then, things happen and this is the story of one such happening..

This was one bright and sunny morning a few moons ago when this young lady walked up to me and declared that she was a huge fan. Now fan could mean anything from the ceiling to a rose wielding young lass.

But there wasn’t any rose. Just a pair of warm eyes that met mine in this flash of a moment. Now, when you are a 52-year-old bright and chirpy man, the last thing on your mind is a fan. Lets face it, why would a young lady want to be fan of a fifty something burly gent.

So, obviously it was a lady who has the temperament of a diplomat or is trying to be nice and sweet. Either way, it suited me fine. After all, a fan is a fan is a fan!

So here I was sitting pretty regaling in this ‘fan-high’ and debating whether it is time for me to chuck the razor and go back to growing my tresses, when I was rudely interrupted.

My buddy ( who is also pushing 50+ like yours truly ) walks in and reminds me that we ought to be doing more content on our age group. You know we need stuff for older guys.  This was it. My moment of reckoning. I had to tell them all that, unlike them, some of us have young fans.

Different matter that diplomacy may be the germ, but so be it.

So, coming back to this story, I thought I had it all sorted till I bumped into this young lady yet again. This time around, she was clutching a humungous bag that housed over a fifty cucumbers, if you please !

Now, in my wildest of imagination, I cant think of anyone who would buy cucumbers by the truckload. I mean, why would you?

But she did and that is the point of this entire saga..

And she held them as though it was a priceless treasure and looked at them as though each one was a pillar of the Taj Mahal. I saw such affection, such love in those eyes that I stepped back and told myself, that this was it.

It was love, no question about it.

And this is when I back off. I am not the quintessential break-up man. I let love bloom. I shall go back to my fan-less world.

The only remorse is being faced with the reality of having lost my only fan and that too, to a damn vegetable that is essentially water.

C’est la vie Ladies and Gentleman. C’est la vie.

Jaisurya Das