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Vernita when I first met her, but I kind of like her now. She is good fun. She is a little too brash, isn’t she?’
‘Yes.’
I like your nose, can I touch it?
‘What do you think? Are they serious?’
‘Yes.’
I like your lips, are they for real?
‘Do you ever say anything more than that?’
‘Yes.’
I like your eyes, can I lose myself in them?
Was she kidding? Was I not trying? I could have said a million things, mostly stupid, but my senses had still not recovered from the temporary paralysis she had just subjected me to. I tried hard not to make eye contact and stay alive and there she was mocking me for my dumbness.
She is here to mock you to death.
‘And why are you constantly looking down? I hope I am not that bad to look at?’ she asked. Her voluminous eyelashes fluttered over her big
look-at-me
eyes.
That was it. I was right. She was the devil. She derived sadistic pleasure from pushing people off the edge to an unending pit of inferiority. I was not in any mood to relent and let this drop dead gorgeous witch have her way. I finally looked up.
‘No. It’s just that I have a slight sprain in my neck,’ I said and mentally patted myself, as it happened to be the smartest answer ever under near fatal conditions.
‘So tell me, how is Smriti? That’s the girl you’re dating, right?’ she asked.
‘She is fine,’ I squeaked.
You are the finest. I love the way your hands clutch that handbag. Can I be the handbag? Can you turn me into one?
‘She has exams going on, if I am not wrong?’
‘How do you know?’
Silly question. You are obviously a witch. You know everything.
‘A friend. She is studying in the same college as Smriti. Lady Hardinge Medical College. She is in the same year. Being a medical student is tough, she tells me.’
‘Okay,’ I nodded.
I was getting progressively uninterested in her. I saw no point in talking to her. I could never have her, not even in my wildest dreams. And she wouldn’t make a good
friend
. It was hard not to fall in love with her. I knew I had to
not like
her. At least show that I did not like her. I was sure she wouldn’t be too impressed with me either. I was just a dumb, average-looking bloke.
Also,
she was a witch
.
‘So how is it going with her?’
‘Not so fine. I guess we are moving apart,’ I said.
She had started to sound more non-witch-like. Maybe she was human after all. Or a goddess.
‘And why is that? I have heard she is a nice girl.’
‘She says I am a little too distracting for her. That’s why. You tell me, how is it going with your boyfriend?’
Can you turn me into your boyfriend? A friend? The fly buzzing across your nose?
‘Who? Shawar? Oh, you wouldn’t want to know. I have been begging him to break up with me. But I guess he would havenothing else to do in life if we broke up. For now, he just irritates me,’ she said. Her voice had more force and more bass than mine did. Every word seemed measured and rehearsed. Her style was unmatched, sophistication personified. She had the grace of a fifty-year-old sprinkled generously with the naughtiness of a fifteen-year-old.
‘So you have started all over again? Give him a break; he is still your boyfriend,’ Tanmay said as he approached us. ‘I guess you should leave now, it’s getting late.’
I had not expected them to return so soon. Maybe they hadn’t gone for a long walk. Or maybe Tanmay didn’t want me around his gorgeous sister.
‘Yes, I guess so. Bye, guys. It was nice to meet you, Debashish. Jai Sri Guru,’ she said as we shook hands. She turned around and left, leaving all of us in darkness … and I was still in the dream world the touch of her skin had transported me to. Her hand was soft as a little child’s. I had never thought a handshake could be so overwhelming.
‘What was this Jai Sri Guru thing she said when she left us?’ I asked Vernita as we got into the car. I had taken well over fifteen minutes to realize that I had a
‘Yes.’
I like your nose, can I touch it?
‘What do you think? Are they serious?’
‘Yes.’
I like your lips, are they for real?
‘Do you ever say anything more than that?’
‘Yes.’
I like your eyes, can I lose myself in them?
Was she kidding? Was I not trying? I could have said a million things, mostly stupid, but my senses had still not recovered from the temporary paralysis she had just subjected me to. I tried hard not to make eye contact and stay alive and there she was mocking me for my dumbness.
She is here to mock you to death.
‘And why are you constantly looking down? I hope I am not that bad to look at?’ she asked. Her voluminous eyelashes fluttered over her big
look-at-me
eyes.
That was it. I was right. She was the devil. She derived sadistic pleasure from pushing people off the edge to an unending pit of inferiority. I was not in any mood to relent and let this drop dead gorgeous witch have her way. I finally looked up.
‘No. It’s just that I have a slight sprain in my neck,’ I said and mentally patted myself, as it happened to be the smartest answer ever under near fatal conditions.
‘So tell me, how is Smriti? That’s the girl you’re dating, right?’ she asked.
‘She is fine,’ I squeaked.
You are the finest. I love the way your hands clutch that handbag. Can I be the handbag? Can you turn me into one?
‘She has exams going on, if I am not wrong?’
‘How do you know?’
Silly question. You are obviously a witch. You know everything.
‘A friend. She is studying in the same college as Smriti. Lady Hardinge Medical College. She is in the same year. Being a medical student is tough, she tells me.’
‘Okay,’ I nodded.
I was getting progressively uninterested in her. I saw no point in talking to her. I could never have her, not even in my wildest dreams. And she wouldn’t make a good
friend
. It was hard not to fall in love with her. I knew I had to
not like
her. At least show that I did not like her. I was sure she wouldn’t be too impressed with me either. I was just a dumb, average-looking bloke.
Also,
she was a witch
.
‘So how is it going with her?’
‘Not so fine. I guess we are moving apart,’ I said.
She had started to sound more non-witch-like. Maybe she was human after all. Or a goddess.
‘And why is that? I have heard she is a nice girl.’
‘She says I am a little too distracting for her. That’s why. You tell me, how is it going with your boyfriend?’
Can you turn me into your boyfriend? A friend? The fly buzzing across your nose?
‘Who? Shawar? Oh, you wouldn’t want to know. I have been begging him to break up with me. But I guess he would havenothing else to do in life if we broke up. For now, he just irritates me,’ she said. Her voice had more force and more bass than mine did. Every word seemed measured and rehearsed. Her style was unmatched, sophistication personified. She had the grace of a fifty-year-old sprinkled generously with the naughtiness of a fifteen-year-old.
‘So you have started all over again? Give him a break; he is still your boyfriend,’ Tanmay said as he approached us. ‘I guess you should leave now, it’s getting late.’
I had not expected them to return so soon. Maybe they hadn’t gone for a long walk. Or maybe Tanmay didn’t want me around his gorgeous sister.
‘Yes, I guess so. Bye, guys. It was nice to meet you, Debashish. Jai Sri Guru,’ she said as we shook hands. She turned around and left, leaving all of us in darkness … and I was still in the dream world the touch of her skin had transported me to. Her hand was soft as a little child’s. I had never thought a handshake could be so overwhelming.
‘What was this Jai Sri Guru thing she said when she left us?’ I asked Vernita as we got into the car. I had taken well over fifteen minutes to realize that I had a
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