Arya eased the silent tension between them, “There is another Sameer I know.”
“A friend?” a visibly nervous young man spoke.
“No, he’s a photographer and a writer and his works are simply awesome. Wait, I’d show them to you.”
The young man replied with a glint in his eye, “Oh, the blogger Sameer?”
“Yes, that’s him. You know him too?”
The young man simply chuckled in pride.
Arya shrieked much to the shock of other people sitting quietly in the cafe, “No way, you are the Sameer. I cannot believe it. Small world really!”
Sameer was too flurried to say anything.
Arya broke the silence again, “So Sameer is a shy guy. Well, what can I say? Nice to meet you. I am a fan of yours and you can give me an autograph later.”
Sameer turned more red with embarrassment, “Sure. Of course.”
“But there is one thing I don’t like about you,” Arya remembered something. “Your views on God are simply not compatible with mine.”
Sameer asked her curiously, “Care to elaborate.”
Arya explained, “You don’t believe in God, do you? It’s easy to decipher from your writings. There is a God. I have no doubt about it.”
Sameer was not going to take a differing view lightly either, “Looks like you have a proof.”
Arya explained again, “Some things don’t require proof. You just know it is there.”
Sameer disagreed, “That is so convenient to say.”
Arya continued with her argument, “Look around you, this world is so perfect and beautiful. This careful design could not have been just a coincidence. It has to be the work of someone.”
Sameer defended his view, “But what if it is a coincidence? I seldom believe in a thing without proof — my writing would reflect that too. I believe life is meaningless and we are here simply to bide our time and go away. Who created this world? I don’t know. Why was it created? I have no answer either. Until some evidence to the contrary is presented I’ll prefer to hold on to my view.”
It was at this point that a peacock began to hover over their heads sprinkling love potion over them.
Arya laughed, “I knew you’d say that. At least I got you talking. I guess we shouldn’t argue on our first date.”
Sameer laughed too, “Yes, that wouldn’t be a good start.”
“After marriage, when we look back at it, it would surely make for an enjoyable memory.”
“Arranged marriages are weird, aren’t they?”