Wednesday, July 22, 2009

The bubble wrap

As I waited for him at the airport, I went back in time to recollect if we had ever hugged. We had been friends from a very long time, but beyond the high fives and the pats on the back, we had never really touched each other. Oh yes, we had. We held hands in a school play. Thank God, I was the girl and he was the guy. Considering the way I was, I could have very much acted as a guy too. I have portrayed the role of a drunkard with élan and the trophy at home is witness to that.

I have hugged my boyfriends, I mean my friends who are boys, but I guess I have been a little reserved towards him from the beginning.

Suddenly, I could see his head and then the trolley. At one glance he saw me, and pushed the trolley towards me. Now that we were a couple, suddenly, I felt shy. Is there a phrase ‘shyly excited’ or ‘excitedly shy’? I was feeling that. He proposed me from across the miles and I accepted. It was inevitable in some way and somehow, I knew it all along that this is going to happen though I had dated other people.

A meek ‘hi!’ escaped from my lips and I just smiled. Had it been any other time, we would have been in a group shouting and cheering. His friends would have asked him which poison has he bought and then gang up to finish it. I remember us converting the dollars to rupees. If somebody used to spill a drop of the drink, we used to say that 50 Rs is gone.

We headed towards their apartment. It was the same place where I had met his gang of friends, the gang whom I named albeit fondly, the Trophy gang. They had this habit of lining up empty bottles-alcohol, deodorants, water, coke, and even ash-trays, as if they were some trophy. It was the same place where we had strummed the guitar and sang ourselves hoarse. I am sure the boys had their own pet peeves for having to run and get dressed, to look decent when a girl was visiting unannounced, while they laid nonchalantly in their bare basics on a hot summer day.

We met M in the apartment. Came to know B had moved out with his girlfriend in another flat and C had moved with his sister. M will be married in another 3 months and he decided to retain the flat. So, he would be staying with M for a month. The gang would be coming in the evening again I was told.

The room was suddenly quiet. I didn’t know what to do and took a bubble wrap from one of his gift items, and started bursting one by one. He took it from my hands suddenly and gave me his palm. He asked me to read his palm as I had often boasted of knowing palmistry. I played along. I traced the lines of his palm with all seriousness knowing very well, the trap. This was not a handshake; this was not our high fives, this was the first touch of new lovers.

22 comments:

austere said...

This is so beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Beautiful! You should think of publishing a book of short stories.
- anumita

Piggy Little said...

lovingly romantic.
:)

neha

~Lopa said...

Wow, romantic ... really beautiful..
so what happened next? ;)

Dreamcatcher said...

Loved it :)

abhirulz said...

its nice..different then ur usual way of putting up ur thoughts..
-abhilasha

Miss M said...

BEAUTIFUL!

Lovely post Arunima!
:)

norrbu said...

this is wonderful, arunima. the reservation - I guess it was meant to be from the beginning. what luck.

and I'm officially tagging you to show your writing.

Stone said...

Loved it :-)
I bet this is not fiction either :-)

Amit said...

This was really nice,Arunima..I feel quite sure this is a 'true story'?:):)It'd make a great new 'love story' of a movie. Good going.

shub said...

Lovely :)

Arunima said...

@Stone and Amit: You get inspiration from anywhere. :-)

wishes galore said...

very sweet...:))
back-ground score "pyaar ka pehla khat likhne mein..." :D:D

Anonymous said...

cute it is.. :)

~Meenakshy

White Magpie said...

This is a new Arunima and oh so real :)

Arunima said...

@white magpie: planning to write more of such short stories, some facts, some fiction. :-)

Aflame!! said...

Even i could feel those butterflies in the stomach.. reading.. the end part ;) Kepp it goin gal

Tys on Ice said...

damn woman, that was beautiful...

Shobana Jayaraman (Srikumar) said...

deliciously beautiful. woman! i love reading you.

Girl Next Door said...

I simply loved it! Hey, am blogrolling you.

Arunima said...

my pleasure, girl next door. :-)

Imagination said...

Awesome, reminds me of the good old beginning :)

Kalpana