One and half love cubes

We were waiting for the tea at Cha Bar in Leela. I loved those evenings more than I loved her. Perhaps I always confused the two. I would toss a sugar cube in my high fired Darjeeling tea. Then I will pick another one and with quick a quick blow of tea spoon I would spilt it in two. I would add a half in my tea and she would smile. The only predictability I ever liked.

That day I thought I should tell her..
“You shouldn’t love someone more than he can take..Its like adding extra sugar cubes” I said..
“If I had an option I would give you exactly what you want..one and half love cubes..but I don’t have that option”

“hmm..and I’m wondering what options I have”…I said after a long silence..

I was sick of love.. sort of.. but I wanted her as a friend.. wanted those evenings..weren’t they lovely?

She was quiet. The smile had evaporated. Her face looked like a dull overcast sky. I was thinking about something to change the subject, to change the mood of the evening.

The waiter brought tea. She always prepared it for me.. Except the suger cubes..I eagerly waited as she poured.

Then, to my utter surprise she added four sugar cubes in one cup and none in the other one.. She placed both the cups in front of me..

“You have options” ..
finally she spoke something.. but that made it worse.. My evening was spoiled.

I thought about it. Then I picked up the cup without sugar. It tasted bitter.
She took the other one.

“Well deserved punishment for spoiling my evening” I thought. I was so selfish about this whole affair and I knew it every moment.

She sipped quickly, before the sugar cubes could dissolve. Within minutes she was done.

“Let go”..
I liked the idea better than sipping the tea without sugar.

Now when I look back I think she was right. I can’t make sugar cubes of love. I can’t take out one and half.

And that reminds me, I can’t relate to my own view point.