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We knew each other for long, as neighbors. And as Kids, we attended the same play school and had the same play groups. She called herself Danny, even though she was Denise to us: a non conformist and a non common person.
I lost touch with her in standard three, when she passed over to middle school. And, it was earlier this year; she came back to my batch in Senior High after she flunked again. We connected when she sat next to me for Chemistry and Physics. And on Saturdays, we walked home together: Bus service from school was unavailable on weekends. But, it was no trouble for us for our homes were not far placed from school.
This was where; I usually go unapproachable on her. All the tension building inside me because of my close proximity with her during school hours died, walking. My fascination for her ended as soon I plug in on my iPod.
Mrs. Mathews, her Mom, a leader in our locality always came home without fail before every election. Mom did not like her. But we supported her for the simple reason that no other contestant personally called on us. Mrs. Mathews never failed to mention how her daughter Denise was growing up, sooner than allowed. She would ruffle my cropped hair and say, ‘See, Jas is still a baby’.
That day, after school, walking back home with Danny, I realized I hated Denise for all my inadequacies, for all the unsolicited comparisons. I fell short before her even though I had gone a few inches taller than her. She managed to make me feel inadequate without even trying.
She had this amazing peach like complexion even though she played Basket ball. And her brown eyes reminded me of two muddy pools. She had a Monroe pierce and a silver bell adorn her lower lip. Her one-size-small tee was deliciously filled.
It was late afternoon, and as we walked, we brushed each other’s sides. She held my hand on and off and was generally being a pal. She wore a sheer top. "Darn, I could see her inner-wear".
We were at the end of the park and there was no one around. I was breathless and felt crowded by her. It took me time, to return her gaze. And when I did, all I saw was her mouth. A touch of orange gloss had my heart doing a sprint. I realized, I would go nowhere with this. "But try telling that to a sixteen year old".
I pulled my earphones out with my free hand and she dropped her denim sling to the ground. We were alone and finally in sync with one another.
‘Have you ever kissed a girl, Jasmeet’? She asked, stepping closer to me and putting her arms around me. When she touched my hair, she distracted me big time. I held her gaze and clutched my ear phones hard.
‘Nope, not really’, I replied and closed my eyes. I desperately tried to open my mind to her dark world.
‘Neither have I? Since we were little girls, I have been meaning to do it’.
This is where I squandered the moment and ran…
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