And She Coped Her Awaited Loneliness – Part 1
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Back to home from the admission procedure to be done for the college. Me : Hey mom what’s going on in the neighboring room? Are they renovating ? Mom : No, the room is being rented to someone. Your father knows the tenant. Me : okay. Mom : maybe you need to stay home tomorrow instead of going somewhere. Me : why mom ? Mom : You need to help them with the shifting in as the tenant is your fathers friend. Your father had asked you to help them. Me : kai faltugiri aahe yaar (what the Fuck). Why should I help them.? I don’t even know them. Mom : Do as you are being told.don’t do drama. Cause anyways you are lazing around the bed since your vacations. Me : okay :( Sorry forgot to introduce myself. Hi I’m Omie This story comes back from 2011 when I was about to began my college after my ssc. And about myself was a gym goer by then, just as you know to impress girls after joining the college. Had couple of girlfriends back in 10th. But never had reached below 2nd base as they were of conservative nature. Coming back to the story The next morning dad told me that one of his friend rather a useful friend was gonna be shifting in the room besides us. I was being told to be nice with him and help them in every aspect. The reason was he was the deputy manager in a leading bank and my dad had applied for loan in the same bank. And his help can get my dads loan approval easily. In the afternoon as they came dad introduced me to the bank wala at first I thought he might be a single person. And we started helping him for the moving of things previously in the room. Amidst of all this someone knocked the door. I was the one to open the partially closed door. And there she was. The duchess of the story. Standing at the door and trying to remove her sandals. Having kept the wet umbrella on the ledge of door she just looked up. Her glance had the grace of a teen girl. Totally drenched in rain as all mumbaikars get even with a umbrella. Her wet highlighted hair coming down all from her head till the shoulders and down her back falling effortlessly on her yellow kurti. Her mangalsutra stating that she’s married. The faded sindoor due to the rain and the bindi below that. Her nose ring giving her a classy look on that perfectly slant nose. Her ears looked like a perfect masterpiece of a genius sculpture. Her wheatish skin tone. The ring on those girly fingers. And her tough hugging leggings. And I was totally blank. Rajith : *the tenant* come jyoti come in. Meet Omie. He’s our neighbor son. Came here to help us. Jyoti : hi Omie. Thanks for helping us out. Me : no problem not a big deal. Then their shifting and moving in again began. I began unconsciously noticing her while doing so. I didn’t know why. It took us till the evening to get all done. Me : okay then I’ll need leave then. R : no wait just don’t go yet let’s go out for a dinner we 3 as all of us have had to much of mehnat today. Me : no no I can’t mom might get angry on me as I have been away since afternoon. Jyoti : don’t worry rajith will talk to your dad about this. And so after some time we left for dinner at a place in bandra. As they were new in the city they asked me to suggest for the same. Along the way I came to know the better of both our rather I should say jyoti. They have been married since last one year.previously used to stay with used to stay in pune. Rajith got transferred to Mumbai as part of job. So they shifted here. And so on. Couple of days went. We became good friends type both jyoti and Rajith. Jyoti used to come to my home to have gossips with my mom and to gather information about the local markets and surrounding from mom. Interaction started to increase between us. She used to talk to me whenever she used to come to my place. She was a foodie and a shopaholic person. One day while in the balcony I was talking to one of my friend about going to KFC for having some chicken bucket she overheard that and asked me whereabouts of KFC. I guided her but she was unable to understand the directions. And asked me whether I’m free the coming Wednesday and to accompany her to KFC as she misses going to KFC since they shifted. I said okay. Wednesday came. I got ready by the noon. Left home telling my mom about KFC. We got to the auto stand caught an auto for the place. We reached KFC had a chicken bucket. It was her treat. And again left for home. Whilst looking for an auto it started down pouring heavily. I cursed the rain god for drenching us in rain. After some minutes we got an auto. Kfc was about an 45 minute from my home. but due to the rain and dusk traffic in Mumbai it was taking us time. And on top of that we were completely wet. As you know Auto’s are open from the side. The rain started coming inside. And to add to it both side didn’t have that temporary covers. As a result of that we had to move towards the middle of the seat. I didn’t move but then she was like move this side don’t get wet you might catch cold and your mom will scold me. I moved. That’s when the first time I sub consciously touched her side thigh with my thigh. The touch immediately made made move aside from her. Her touch over that wet jeans off her. May it be for a fraction of seconds but it passed me a wave of electricity. It just felt like I touched a live wire. She didn’t mind off it as she only told me to move her side.the KFC chicken, the rain. Suddenly I started liking it all. And to the bonus the potholes on the streets of Mumbai were adding masala to it. Every time the auto passed through one I unknowingly touched her. Even she was aware of that and didn’t say anything. This started giving me goosebumps all over my body. Whenever I touched her I have me the electric wave and the slightest amount of heat from her touch. It was like a touch wood experience for me. Instead of cursing the rain god now I was thanking him for the rain. And also the BMC for the potholes. It absolutely made my day. That’s it for as of know. Will write further on the basis of response feedback. I know it’s a bit lengthy but believe me the best things are lengthy and big. If you know what I mean. :’) Feedback at [email protected]