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Bus is passing through some ghat area. Cold wind, which found its way through the slightly opened window, is caressing her untied hair. As the air turned a bit more chilly she moved closer to me. I could smell her hair, and feel the warmth her closeness brought. She is sleeping peacefully, her head resting on my shoulders.
I kiss her forehead ever so lightly, but the warmth it carried wakes her. She tilts her face lazily, just enough for our eyes to meet and then, for our lips. The bus moves on towards Goa, with 2 of its passengers lip locked and the rest of the world asleep.
"You want Icecream ? ", her question jolted Swamy from the beautiful day dream.
Swamy, his girl friend and rest of their classmates are on a study tour. They are in Vrindavan Gardens, Mysore and tommorow they would be going to Goa.It had been almost a year since Swamy's affair started , and he felt its high time to take it to the next level. The romantic garden and the day dream that crossed , only increased his desire for it.
Swamy took a deep breath and asked question loud enough for only her to hear. "Will you give me a kiss ?"
"Ayyada", She casually dismissed the question and walked away. Swamy stood their not knowing what to do , the ice cream melting all over his hand.
While walking back to the bus, holding her hand but not saying a word, he still pondered over her response. "Will she give me a kiss or should I be the one to act first ?"
Entering the bus, they heard a shriek from Saumya , their class mate. Some hawker kid , pulled her hands through the open window. Swamy and Jithin rushed outside, and warned the hawker kid. Seeing some fuss , more hawker kids joined their friend . Hoping for actionthe entire guys inside the bus joined Swamy and others. The verbal fight slowly grew to battle cries, gentle pushes grew to full fledged street fight. The slight disturbance has now become a total commotion with kicks and chops.
Manoj sir , summoned the tour conveners and said "Time to pull out of the place or else , it'll go out of hands . We've to think about the safety of the gals , remember".
Swamy and Jithin stood on the foot board pulling in the mates in fight, and kicking the hawkers as they try to barge into the bus.
"I'm your driver , please let me in ", cried one guy who also got the taste of our football kicks.
Just as they made way for the driver, Swamy saw it coming straight at him. Was it a stone or a knife ? He tried to dodge it, but it hit him right on his face . It took him few seconds to come to sense. He could taste blood in his mouth, and there is that excruciating pain right under his nose. The stuff has hit his upper lip and pierced it , for the blood to flow into mouth and outside mouth. Blood was oozing out , onto his shirt and pants.
She quickly gave her churidar shawl to cover the wound , and in no time it turned red in color . She gave her kerchief and in no time it got soaked . Amidst the pandemonium driver took the bus out of the place and was quickily on its way back to Mysore.
When the bus finally stopped near the hotel where our baggages were kept, Jaggu helped Swamy in finding a nearby clinic. The doctor cleaned the wound , swiping it with cotton drenched in spirit. Swamy couldnt even let out a whimper, as the doctor was holding the jaws tightly.But little did the doctor know ....
Next day morning, as soon as he woke up, swamy ran to a mirror to see his face. The sight shocked him. Forget the kiss she might have given, he was scared whether she would ever recognize him. His upper lip was double its actual size , blue in color and with a big cut on it, right in the middle.
Little did the doctor know that along with the dirt, he swiped the dreams of Swamy. His cleaning cotton was not just drenched in blood, but also with desires swamy had. A kiss , a kiss was all that he wanted.
The bus moved on to Goa
Years passed ...
Swamy is looking at the mirror , and there , right under his nose the small white scar is still there. Reminding him of the kiss missed .
To kiss a miss* is a comedy
But to miss a kiss is a tragedy
(miss* : lady teacher either married or unmarried, in engg colleges.
Addressed like this to gain more sessional marks )
Swamy's girlfriend is now the wife, of someone else. God knows where the rest of the characters in the story is but only thing thats known is that the scar is still there right under his nose. Just to remind him about ... the kiss just missed.
Life taught me how to love, how to be strong,
how to work hard and how to be happy.
But it didnt teach me how to forget things and that SUCKS .!!!
DISCLAIMER : All characters and scars in this story are fictious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Its the same for any scars on the upper lip too.
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