It was 12th of December, my first date with her, on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. We had already sorted out the final plans for Sunday on Saturday night. We both were very much delighted and excited, waiting for the magical moment which we were going to spend together after 12 hours.
For this occasion, something which was happening for the first time in my life I wore a decent shirt, jeans and a jacket. I reached ‘The Spencer’s’ at 12:50. I went inside adjusting my hairs and amidst the entire Sunday crowd, I was successful to spot her sitting in a corner under a dim light. She was easily visible because amongst the entire population sitting there, She was the most gorgeous one. Her sparkling face in the cool, partially lit up food paradise with the instrumental version of some old Hindi songs going on in the background made it a perfect date. I reached the table and took my place. We both shook hands and wow, her touch was electrifying. Her soft, flawless skin gave me the feel of a lightening striking me and crawling inside my body. She was looking so pretty even after a tiring 3 hour mock test added to the travelling she did since morning. She was really a gem, sweetness and charm filled every cell of her skin. The moment she stretched her hands for the shake I felt kissing them but I had to control. Public place after all and moreover it’s India.
‘Hi,’ she said.
I was silent. Actually I was lost in her face. And the incoming fantasies weren’t easy for me to neglect. Her pink lips, her perfectly manufactured cheeks, round dark eyes which appeared a bit bigger without the mascara took me to heavenly thoughts. She was wearing a light pink top with jeans and a white pullover. With the white pullover on, she was looking more and more cute. Just like a Barbie doll. My mind went over those Orkut photographs of her in which she wore a pullover and I bet girls look the best in winters. And so was She, extraordinary, out of the world. I wanted to kiss her milky white-reddish cheeks but …….
The feel was something as if in a gentle breeze I was running behind her, chasing her lively blowing hairs and then getting her in my arms and lying down on the beach under the sun, loving each other. She was just stunning. Such thoughts gave me crystal clear confirmation that my love and predilection has reached heights. No more doubts, no more confusions. It was love, love at first, second and third sight now. I was fully enraptured by her hot, astonishing look.
She waved her hands in front of my eyes. Seeing her gesture, people around us stared with the only thought coming to them must be – what meritorious job I did to get the esteemed company of such an angel. I regained my lost senses. I made myself calm and composed, settled down my nerves and said ‘Hi, how was your mock test?’ I am sure she wasn’t expecting this question from me especially after I came out of her dreams. But it was a good change. However, the ‘hi’ from my side came out after 55 seconds, precisely.
‘It was good-average type. Physics wasn’t that good. Biology and Chemistry were nice. And were you lost in me or somewhere else? ,’ she said.
‘Of course in you,’ I said.
Hearing my response she smiled and her killing smile made me feel very much satisfied from within. ‘Aaaaah!!!! Really that killing smile murders me.’ She was blessed with a lovely smile.
‘What would you like to have in your lunch? ,’ I asked as the waiter served us with some marinated onions and salt plus pepper on an empty white plate.
‘Anything, whatever you like. But I want something light,’ she said.
‘Fried rice and chicken curry, with something sweet? Is that alright? ,’ I said.
‘No, No. Nothing like that. Just some starter’s kind of dish or some south-Indian dish. Rice plus chicken and all that stuff would be too heavy for me. But you can have your chicken, I remember it’s your favourite,’ she said. In the meantime the waiter left, leaving us alone to discuss our past chats on likes and dislikes.
‘Naah!! Then I am also going to take something light. But some starters kind of or south-Indian? Final say would be yours? ,’ I said.
‘For me, a simple butter masala dosa. And for you, fried rice and chicken curry. That’s full and final,’ she said and smiled. ‘Aaah!!! That kills me again and again.’
‘Very funny. No chicken. Waiter?’ I said loudly.
After 3 shouts, arrives a waiter. ‘2 butter stuffed masala dosa please,’ I placed the order.
‘So, how’s Kharagpur? I mean which type of place and the weather? I haven’t been there,’ I asked.
‘Average, so-so type. The only attraction is IIT and the Railway station. Weather is fine. Cold in winters and hot in summers, sometimes its infact too hot,’ she responded while playing with the little onions.
‘Want to have something hot? A coffee or tea?’ I asked her.
‘No, No, leave. Thanks,’ she said humbly.
‘Don’t be formal now. Say whatever you would favour out of the two? ,’ I asked.
‘Ok. But this time it’s your choice. For lunch you did sacrifice your fried rice and chicken curry, so now you say whatever you love more? ,’ she said. Her hands moved an inch closer to mine on the table.
‘Then, I am going to place an order for two Mountain dew or Pepsi or coke or slice, as you suggest? ,’ I said.
‘Eeeehhhhh!!! Cold drinks at this time of the year. Duffer, what’s my future going to be with you? How could you have something so chilling to drink in this already 10 degree temperature? ,’ she said giving me a very ugly facial expression and tapped my hand. I loved that.
‘Now, don’t make faces like that. Spoiling the beauty unnecessary. You only told me that you would follow my way, and I love cold drinks more than coffee. Tea, I never ever drink. By the way that evening you had chilled M-drink and it was colder than today’s weather, I remember,’ I said.
‘Still, my cutie I, cold drinks now? That evening was a romantic one because of the hot, nude wallpapers of porn stars in your room. And you had told me that since childhood you have the problem of tonsils getting affected if you have anything cold either in excess or in winters. So, in the absence of your mom, you are getting careless. I won’t let that happen. Understood,’ she said with the accent of a caring, loving typical Indian mother.
‘Ok mom. But not only porn stars wallpapers, it was you who turned more romantic. The kiss, remember,’ I said.
We both broke into laughter. The nearby sitting people had all their eyes on us, hearing our loud laugh. In the meantime, our masala dosa arrived. And I placed an order for a coffee and a Pepsi.
‘Wait, Wait. I too want a Pepsi ,’ she said hastily.
‘You want a cold Pepsi or a hot one? ,’ I asked.
‘Eeeehhhh!!! You idiot. Now don’t make fun of me. I am supporting you in your cold drink campaign that too in this adverse condition and you are making my fun. Of course, colder Pepsi my funny boy,’ she said. Making some fun of her made the moment quite exhilarating as every time she used to return me with some different expressions created using her tongue, eyes, lips and fingers involved. Fingers were used just to poke on my hand.
‘Oho, now I got, I got my answer. I understand why did you order for a Pepsi? ,’ I said and pumped my fist in air.
‘So much delighted. May I know the reason? Could you please unleash the cause of being suddenly so energetic? ,’ she asked.
‘Actually, today is an historical day in your life. You are on a tedious, full of barriers, and a hurricane task of impressing a boy. So, by consuming a bottle of Pepsi in this condition you will try to show that you have a tiger’s heart, sorry a tigress one I suppose. You are feeling cold but still a Pepsi that too an icy one, I am impressed by your techniques and tricks of impressing me. I hope you succeed in your attempt. My best wishes are with you,’ I said with pride, straightening the collar of my jacket which however got lowered again.
‘Oh my god. How much insanity you possess? I am impressed by your ability of trying to produce answers of your own. But I am very sorry to state that mister your sincere effort goes in vain. Your logics are just, what to say F-C-U-K ,’ she said and moved her hands on mine. The touch was impeccable. I felt as if we are already a single soul merged together and only exist as two different bodies physically. We both smiled looking at each other. Her touch was torturing me, I was dying hard to love her but the time and the required location was missing that moment. Over the next 10 minutes, we finished off our dosa and Pepsi. It was going to be about 1:50 pm.
‘I must leave for station now, I. It’s just an hour left sharply for my train,’ she admitted.
In next 5 minutes we were sitting in an auto, very much close for the second time after the kiss in the park eight days back. I held her hands in mine. Countless number of times we exchanged ‘I love you.’ Our eyes were engaged in seeing each other. I found her eyes turning moist.
‘Hey what happened dear? You are crying? What happen? ,’ I said lifting her chin up and wiping away her tears.
‘Nothing. It’s the tears of satisfaction, satisfaction of getting a lover in my life which I always dreamt of, someone with whom I could spend my entire life with love at its fullest. I love you. Please never leave me alone. I am very happy today,’ she said getting back to her normal channel.
‘I am always going to be with you, it’s a promise and I meant it forever. I love you too sweetheart,’ I said.
I put my hands across her shoulders and we both were smiling yet again. We were lost in each other’s arms. The fellow passengers in the auto looked at us and perhaps were gossiping something non sense about us. But this is the sick thinking of Indian people which we lovers need to quell every time they stare at us. We reached New Delhi railway station at 2:40 pm. We had around 20 gifted minutes more to spend together. Walking together, holding her hands we left for platform number 4 on which her train for Faridabad was going to arrive.
‘I love you too cheeeewt boy,’ she replied and continued looking into my eyes.
‘Hmm. You know sweetheart, trains, railway stations, these all have always made me enamoured from within. My heart starts brimming up with joy whenever you talk of a train ride. Such a romantic means of transport,’ I encored my love for trains.
‘What??? You are so much encased in the love for trains. I strictly never enjoy a train ride. It’s such a chaotic place. So much noise, I feel at times that such high decibel sounds are just, just doing.’ she said and stopped.
‘Doing ‘F’ to you? Don’t forget we met in a train only,’ I said and both of us smiled. But she made a face again this time for the ‘F.’ but this facial expression was better than the ones she made at the Spencers.
‘See, trains integrate our nation. Colourful people travelling together, colourful, cultural and traditional places we travel across, it’s just wow. The train’s whistle, vendors, the variations in sounds, passengers buzzing around, all these add so much , I mean a perfect blend of .’ This time she stopped me in the mid and said ‘Perfect blend of ‘F’ @ 24*7.’
‘Oh! You and your alphabet. Leave it. You are yet to discover the fun of trains. You would be loving trains from now onwards. I would make you so much train freaky that would make you a blind lover for trains,’ I said.
‘Oho. I too hope that you achieve your goal,’ she said and made a face again. This time eyeballs were moved up and a quarter of her tongue came out and was pointing towards me.
‘Is it mandatory for you to make faces every time I say anything? Unnecessary you spoil your sweetness. Your habitat was some forest in your previous birth I guess. Is it? ,’ I said giving a gentle push to her head.
The announcement of her train arriving shortly instinctively distracted us from our happily churning gossip.
Few minutes later her train arrived. We hugged each other lightly, can’t do that freely amongst Indian public. Try doing that once and then check the next day’s newspapers. The hugging picture of you and your lover would be amongst the headlines of the national and local daily. This is the awareness and power of Indian people and the media.
We went inside the compartment, managed an aisle seat for her in the tremendous rush, settled her with the bag she carried and looked into her eyes giving her an assurance of being with her always, any moment she need me. I kissed on her forehead and she kissed on my hands. Of course the kiss which lasted for not more than 5 seconds caught the attention of the fellow passengers around us. I have been mentioning that it’s India. Here majority of the people on seeing a boyfriend holding the hands of his girlfriend tries their best to make it high handed news. They leave all their work and start to gossip spicy things about what the guy and his girlfriend must be attempting to do. However, people of India and our society should be treated as the no bothering category especially if you are with your girlfriend. I went outside her compartment and stood at the window until the train left.