‘Diary of an Introvert’ – Part 3: The First Kiss

In case you haven’t, read the first part: The First Meet,  and the second part: St. Joseph’s, before you read further!

On the road to Saddharma Sadan…

It was dark and he was waiting on the road that leads to the Saddharma Sadan – NIT’s girls hostel. He looked at his watch and it was not working. He looked again towards the gate but couldn’t find anyone except the guard.

Someone called his name from behind. He turned back and was thrilled to see her. She smiled and he smiled back at her.

“What took you so long to come and see me?”, he asked.

She took his hand into her’s and planted a kiss on his fingers. One touch of her completely energized him and he felt as if his heart was crushed by someone to the core. He loved that feeling.

“That still doesn’t answer my question”, he said teasingly and kissed back on her fingers.

She smiled and winked at him. He loved watching her do that to him. The breeze was cool and the leaves started to dance to the tunes of it.

Both of them looked into each other’s eyes. There was immense love. She moved closer to him. He placed his hand around her back and pulled her onto him. She came closer to him. She placed her hands around his neck and pulled him closer to her face. Her perfume pepped up his senses. He placed his both hands around her waist. She stood on her toes and tilted her head. They both looked into each other eyes before they closed. He let his lips fall right on to her’s. They kissed passionately. She felt his lips, warm and soft. He smelled of his masculinity.

She hugged him so tightly that there was any space for the breeze to separate them. He planted a kiss on her neck. She whispered something in his ear.

All he could hear was  “Beep…Beep…” and the ground beneath them started to vibrate.

He opened his eyes to see the bulky nokia mobile on the desk vibrating. He had been sleeping with his head laid on his study-desk for almost an hour. He realised that he had a dream, a magical one! He felt if the present is the dream and the dream is not actually a dream.

After moments of staring at the screen, he rubbed his eyes and unlocked the screen.

It read  1 new message.

He yawned as he started to wonder as to who would it be as his friends hardly messaged as they were all in the same hostel. Then, he remembered that he shared his number with her this afternoon in the library. His heart started to beat faster. His hands shivered and he clicked on the center button of his mobile to open the message.

“Hi…What are u doing?”

Yes! The message was from her. He wanted to impress her with his first reply. He typed few words but deleted them again as he didn’t like them. This went on for several minutes till he felt that she may not reply if further delayed.

“Nothing much…u??”, he typed and cursed himself at the mediocre reply. He felt defeated in the first step he took.

And he stared at the screen for the next five minutes anticipating a reply from her.

10 minutes later…

Beep beep…he opened the message.

“It’s been long time. I am just remembering St. Joseph days. All those days…hmmm…seemed to be magicaL 🙂 ”

“Yeah..i miss them…those were the best days i had in my life”, he texted her back.

He wanted to end it with “when you were with me as my bench-mate”  but he didn’t had the courage to do that. The chatting on the mobile  lasted for the next one hour till his mobile was out of balance. He cursed himself for not having it recharged with the message pack.

He laid his head on the study-table and looked through the window. He wondered what she would think of him. And with several such thoughts about her in his mind, he fell asleep. Deep down, he felt if he had re-lived the dream he had in the evening.

To be continued…

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