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I sighed. I had never imagined that Purva would prove to be such a difficult man to win back. ‘Pitajee,’ I sulked into my phone.
‘Kas.’
‘He won’t even talk to me.’
‘I know.’
‘He won’t even look at me.’
‘I know.’
‘What do I do? I’ve tried everything in the world,’ I moaned.
The proverbial pause, pregnant with meaning.
‘Have you, Kas?’ he asked, in a sage voice. ‘Have you?’
11.00 a.m.
With renewed vigour, I have set on the most difficult task life has thrown at me. And as with most difficult tasks, my first stop was Google.
‘How to get your boyfriend back’ threw up a couple of depressing articles which preached patience and extolled the healing abilities of time. What utter rubbish!
‘How to win back upset bf’ produced another couple of articles that made me want to kill myself.
‘How to make up with bf’ … What? Did I just fall asleep?
Arrgghhh.
I muck up stuff in original ways so I must un-muck stuff the same way.
1.00 p.m.
Though I have a fertile, imaginative mind, nothing strikes me at the moment.
3.00 p.m.
No, nothing yet.
5.00 p.m.
I was watching reruns of the Great British Bake Off when it hit me.
An idea! Voi
la!
A few hurried texts were exchanged with Pitajee and Anu and it was agreed that the idea was undeniably cute. If this did not melt Purva’s heart, we could conclusively agree that he did not possess one.
6.00 p.m.
On a Great-British-Bake-Off-induced high, I bought all the things one would need to bake a simple vanilla sponge cake. The idea is to keep it basic and create the best, yummiest sponge cake that ever existed on this planet. For the plan to really work, I have to simply outdo all the bakers in this world. Given that I have never baked before, this will be a cakewalk for me. Pun intended.
With this noble thought in mind, I set to work, vowing to follow to the last word the recipe that Pitajee had emailed me. I religiously sifted the flour, added sugar and eggs and beat them to the right consistency.
That man, my friend Pitajee, is a national treasure. His support and enthusiasm for this baking project has been infectious. What else are friends for, he said philosophically, when I called him to tell him that all the mixing was almost done, and I agreed.
Proud of myself, I read the last line in the recipe and groaned.
