I tiptoed out of the room closing the door behind me. Its menacing squeak made our toddler squirm in his sleep.
“Shhhh!” hissed the husband.
“Alright, now you don’t wake him up with your dramatic ‘shhhh’,” I retorted.
After the task at hand was successfully completed, I stretched myself on the couch beside the husband. It was 11pm.
“Haven’t decided on a good one…yet?” I asked him, annoyed. Vinay clicked his tongue and went back to his phone as an answer.
Well, I’d wanted to call it a ‘date-night’ when I’d suggested to him the idea of spending time together.
“What’s the occasion, Anu?” He’d asked, quite nonchalantly.
“Need an occasion for some ‘we-time’?” I’d shot back, indignantly. “I’ll call Amma to take care of the kid. Let’s go out.”
“Oh no, don’t trouble her.”
I tried hard not to roll my eyes at the sweetest son-in-law in the world.
“Fine then. Any other ideas?” I’d huffed.
“Movie! Let’s see a good movie.”
“Typical of you, Mr. Movie Buff. Is that all you can think of?”
“Why not? It’s been ages since we watched one together.” He’d added and convinced me that it was the best idea possible.
I relented. And, that’s how the date-night became a movie-night.
A sneak-peek into our lives for the past three years, since our little man arrived, would reveal that we hadn’t got a single chance to watch even a movie together fully, let alone going out on a date. That’s a bitter truth we’d learnt to live with. So, I could feel his longing when he’d mentioned that we hadn’t got around watching one for ages.
The germinated idea slowly took shape as we fixed the date and time of the night-show.
Day: 25th September
Venue: Living room
I’d laughed as he scrawled the details on a post-it and stuck it onto the refrigerator. A little extra meticulous the man was. A little more serious to accomplish what we’d set out for.
As the week trudged by, that one thing which eluded us was the movie that we wanted to see together. Multiple options among our favourite genres, latest movies, old films worth watching but missed, and ones with our favourite actors were discussed. Only to dismiss each other’s choices as rubbish and end the chat stating that we might as well sleep than watching such a movie.
I concluded that if two polar-opposites, so deprived of ‘me-time’ and movies, get together to finalise one to watch together, they’d never succeed.
We did not, obviously.
Even as we grimaced at each other’s inability to zero down on a movie, we didn’t want to give up on our movie-night. We kept our promises by being there at the venue on time. There we were, lazing on the couch at the afore-mentioned time on the specified date staring at the blank television screen, as if it was waiting to telecast an amazing movie on its own. Didn’t I just talk about deprivations?!
So, as we hogged on the noodles with our forks fighting for us inside the bowl, I appreciated Vinay’s persistency in making the movie-night a success. He was still looking up options. I, on the other hand, gave up on it. I was planning to go to bed soon as the noodles battle was over, hoping our toddler wouldn’t wake up until then.
I had my full and stood up to leave. It was 11:40 by then. As I yawned, my eyes fell on the calendar. That’s when the most inevitable choice of a movie surfaced. My eyes lit up. I knew he wouldn’t refuse my choice.
“It’s 25th September today. Remember what happened on the same day, 2 years back?” I said, trying to jog his memory.
Flashes from the past played as a movie.
The last-minute plan…
Hurriedly putting our 9-month-old to sleep…
The 8-km bike ride to the nearest theatre in the town…
The hero-introduction scene I whistled for…
The panicked phone call from the grandparents…
The grand intermission…
The bike zooming through the bylanes to take us back to our baby…
Our baby’s victorious smile as he saw us returning from the movie at the interval…
Vinay looked up at me, questions written all over his face. I began narrating the turn of events on the same day, couple of years back.
Realisation dawned. We knew what to do next.
I could see his fingers sliding across his phone in anticipation, as he downloaded the missed movie. Old one, and hence, was easy to fetch.
I switched on the TV and he got ready to cast it on our television. Thanking the technological advancements in supplying us with a Google Chromecast and thanking our stars for blessing us with the opportunity to see the movie together again, we celebrated the second anniversary of missing a movie of my favourite actor… well, by watching it all over again!
A tearful moment it was!
Quite an emotional way to reunite the second-half of the movie with its partner!
The show began from the first reel. No fast-forwards; we hardly remembered the storyline.
I whistled, yet again, at the hero’s entry. We sat there engrossed in the movie that, in absolutely no time, the scene before the intermission came up. Memories flooded by, making us smile. I looked at my phone experiencing déjà vu.
The second-half started.
Almost on cue, I heard a familiar voice calling me sleepily.
I thought I must be hallucinating and brushed it off.
“It’s him. He woke up,” informed Vinay, jolting me back to my senses.
He stopped playing the movie. I rushed inside. Our cute monster was wide awake, standing close to the door; waiting to scream if I didn’t appear soon enough.
I looked back at Vinay and pouted.
“Is the movie jinxed, or, the Universe’s conspiring…?” I whispered. He shushed me hastily.
What’s that dialogue again by Ranveer Singh?
‘Apna time aayega…*’
Atleast, before its third anniversary?
*‘Apna time aayega’ – It’s a famous dialogue by actor Ranveer Singh from Gully Boy. It translates to ‘Our time will come’ crudely.