I caught him again, I caught him giggle at the phone screen all over again. No, it weren't any Santa-Banta or husband-wife jokes on the family group, neither was it a stupid video shared on his Facebook timeline. This giggle had another story all together that rooted to his heart.
Ever since he joined the new office, it was one of his overfriendly new colleague who had been the reason behind his sudden-aroused attachment for his phone. I didn't wish to distort my trust over him, but a women by sex I am, with 'nosey' settings on default. I am the most special girl in his life, or rather to correct- 'I was'. I had to take this new woman in captive, who's chat was pinned on his WhatsApp lately along with mine.
That day, when he was home from office, he got to his new routine of lazing in the couch with is phone, typing and giggling, or blushing to be precise.
I had to be good until I was sure , but the fire of betrayal sparked when I read him type- "It's a dinner date, I'll pick you by 8."
I typed her name on facebook- Archana Mathur, I had managed to find it from his phone when he was in the washroom. Thankfully, there were only two registered fingerprint unlocks atleast till now- his and mine.
Ain't sure about the infringement case but I loved Zuckerberg for offering such an amazing stalking platform.
Well I found this Archana, her bio read -'lives in Mumbai, studied in Kendriya Vidyalay Indore, Batch 1985. Marital status- Single '.
"Ahh, school mates!"
I exclaimed, too loud to be caught by him, but he burst out laughing. He walked to hug me- "Hey Stalker daughter, It's Valentine's Day. Will you dress me for my date tonight?"
I glared with rage , but the excitement of first date of a fifteen year old teenage boy on the face of fifty year old man melted me soon. I fetched for his favourite Maroon shirt in the closet, meanwhile I maturely prepared myself to share him with another women now. I knew, he wanted to give a second shot, I had to agree.
Now, I had grown old enough to understand the different emotional dimensions of love, the one I offered was different for the one a life partner would offer him. I knew he always barred his companionship needs for me. I knew he loved me but deep down, he needed a partner of his age and maturity since he was divorced with mom a decade ago.
In the era when I and the society had accepted even same sex marriage, then 50 isn't too late to date. When dad stepped out of his room, I realised how much disgrace I was as his daughter. He had managed to look so dapper and handsome at fifty to pick on a valentine and I was in my pajamas stalking guys on social media and still figuring ways to strike a conversation with my crush at my nighteen.
I waved goodbye to dad as he was set to leave.
"Dad, Say 'hi' from my side to Archana aunty. And call her home next time." I cleared, a women by sex I am, with 'nosey' settings on default.
