Disdain

: How are you, Mouni?
: Sorry... don't call me by that pet name. My name is Nivedita Dasgupta.
: Do I have to start calling you Nivedita now too?
: What do you mean by "too"... I don't understand. Emma... the French fries are getting cold! Here, take some! Look, who gives so little mayonnaise?
: I'll call him. Waiter... we need extra mayonnaise.
: Joy, I could have asked for mine myself.
: Did I do something wrong by...
: Forget all that. Let's get to the point. Why did you call me after all this time?
: Don't you know?
: I'm not your girlfriend that I can read your mind.
: You were once... when...
: Waiter, where's our milkshake?
: Why are you in such a hurry?
: I have to leave. It's book fair season, you know how busy things get. Plus I have to write lyrics for a play's songs. No time to breathe...
: Mouni, please look at me when you say at least one thing! Just look once!
: There, I looked.
: Do you love anyone?
: I've never hated anyone in my life.
: But you hate me.
: I don't have that much time to spare...
: What's my crime?
: You kicked me at just the right time and place. I used to think of it as a crime, now I consider it good fortune.
: You dedicated the book to me?
: Whatever I write in the future, I'll dedicate it all to you.
: Why?
: You're the one who made me an artist, day after day, through neglect and contempt. That very contempt slowly transformed little Mouni into Nivedita.
: Still so much resentment?
: No, gratitude.
Hey, I really have to get up now.
: But you didn't let me finish even one sentence...
: I'm leaving, bye.
: Can I hold you for a moment?
: Ha ha... do we have time!?
Alright, go ahead.
: Though this is a public place...
: I don't care...
Either hold me or I'm leaving.
: Mouni, this scent of your body... I can't find it anywhere else... I want to see you sometimes...
: Listen, whatever woman comes into your life, don't start treating her with contempt right away. Can just anyone digest contempt and become writer Nivedita Dasgupta!? Ha ha...
I'm going.