Love Re-Defined – Part l

Hello everyone!!

Finally after 1 year of the incident, i wrote this, my very first story. I don’t know why i took so much time to write it, may be i wanted a masterpiece to come up with.

Ok, I am Omya 6ft, muscular, 24yrs male, i am a Software tester. I live with my mom and dad. I have 2 sisters both are married and happy. This one recent incident that happened with me, it was very shocking and surprising for me, but nevertheless the most beautiful one.

This Diwali was really a mix of emotions for me, where i had to accept the fact that my best buddies wouldn’t be coming as they are stuck up with their jobs, and on the other part my sisters won’t be able to come as they had plans to celebrate with their families and friends. Recently my girl broke up with me to marry some NRI asshole. (For her if you are reading it darling, I just wanna say “Fuck you..! Stay happy with that asshole”).

For me this was a setback this Diwali, this is because while i was studying hard to achieve my aim in life i literally cut-lose my connection with the world and most of my relatives, cousins, friends and the neighbors too. So I was like an unknown among the known. I really regret this phase of my life, even though I am successful now but it cost me more than what I thought or deserved. I became less social and cared rare about society and neighborhood.

Coming back to the Diwali, I had responsibility to prepare the house for Diwali NOT because it was forced but I didn’t had any option, my mom is now in her 50’s and she had poor health from few months and my dad had to go Kolkata for some official meet. It was up to me now to be a generous host in Diwali eve. I supervised white-wash of house, cleaning, etc., also brought stuffs for Diwali to decorate house and puja.

The day of Diwali I was returning from market with sweets as I was walking to my house I saw beautiful rangoli being made by people in my neighborhood. I was worried as I too have to draw something, but I am very bad in art so I thought I must ask somebody to draw for me but being less social I hardly speak with others, so I had no choice but to make it by myself. Thinking about designs I had to copy it, I stopped and started watching a rangoli made by a girl (Varsha, 17 or 18 yrs. 5.7ft,) lives 2 doors next to mine, with her mom, younger twin brothers (I don’t know there real name people call them so Karan and Arjun, 10yrs) her dad died 6yrs ago. And it was my family who really supported them in hard times.

In those days I was in IIT, Mumbai living my dreams, late night parties, pubs, girlfriends, drugs, and every sort of fun that I dreamt of. And Varsha and her family was very close with my family but NOT with me. I was uncomfortable in the locality to chat with people, some of them were very old for me, others were just kids and teens rightly remained in their own world. I was completely frustrated and sad not knowing how to handle the mental situation I am getting through.

Back to the Diwali day, it was twilight lights were starting to glow slowly. Varsha was wearing a casual top which was very loose, she had to lean forward occasionally to fill colors, as I was standing there I was staring at rangoli and trying to memorize the design pattern of it, I suddenly saw the cleavage of Varsha, I quickly turned my head away and I looked at window glass and from the reflection from the glass I saw Varsha looking at me pulled her top little back while leaning and looked up with smile. I was very confused and started walking to my house.

It was getting closer to puja’s muhrat so I decided to finish up pending activities; I switched on the lights and started drawing rangoli within half-hours I completed that and went to sip coffee with my mom. I moved in balcony while sipping coffee. I heard kids noise below and saw Karan and Arjun fighting over something and they pushed and pulled each other and they almost wiped out my rangoli. I went mad by watching this and ran down shouting on them, (Varsha still completing her rangoli might have heard my shout and started walking to my house) when I reached down I saw Varsha coming towards me. Then my mom asked me Why am I shouting and at whom? I didn’t tell the truth about rangoli to my mom because if she knew this she will definitely take the pain of drawing it which I never wanted her to do.

Meanwhile Varsha got hold of her younger brothers on the way and dragged both of them scolding into her house and while she was about to disappear in she made an apologizing face to me. I saw this and spoke nothing and went back to sip coffee and preparing myself mentally to draw the rangoli again. While I was sipping coffee I thought about the recent events; first she smiled when I saw her cleavage and now apologized of what her brothers did to my rangoli.

I went down after finishing my coffee to draw rangoli, as I was getting close to front door I saw Varsha right in front of me leaning and filling colors to my rangoli, this time again I saw her cleavage, I quickly turned back and started going in again,,

She: wait bahiya! Sorry!!

Me: (I stopped in surprise and turned at her, she was now standing and walking towards me) it’s okay. You don’t feel sorry,

She: no, I must be, it all happened due to those two idiots, you really don’t know how devilish those two are.

Me: (she was now standing 2-3 feets away) okay, they are kids its ok, right. Please there is no need to bother I will draw it, you can go.

She: nooo… I really want to help you to draw it, its least I can do to say sorry instead.

Me: ahh..! that is a tricky answer. But seriously I don’t need your help; you should go and complete your rangoli, ok?

She: (she was looking at my rangoli very keenly, she knew I copied her design) that’s what I wanna do! (She looked up at me and smiled..)

Me: (I knew she got me, I looked away from her) oh then you should definitely go and complete it.

She: come here bhaiya help me completing my rangoli…

(I looked at her and saw she was sitting down near my rangoli again and holding color in her hands)

She: c’mon at least you can help me, if you don’t want my help!!?

(I moved there and sat opposite to her, i was now feeling a bit ashamed of copying her design and also very uncomfortable of sudden interaction between us.)

Me: ok.. Look I am sorry Varsha, I copied your design, it was the best I can judge around.

She: thanks bhaiya. And don’t be sorry, I know guys aren’t into these rangoli and designs very much.

Me: haha… very true!

And we both were intensely involved in completing the rangoli and we were done in 15 minutes.

Me: (I stood up) woow.. Now that’s a rangoli, my sisters were used to make, thanks Varsha for this beautiful rangoli.

She: (about to finish filling colors) maybe I should be thankful to both didi (referring to my sisters) I’ve learned from them every time I get chance in festivals I sat with them here to learn this art.

Me: oh..! That’s nice, but I haven’t seen you a single time like that??

She: how could you? You were in Mumbai busy in studies and even also in festival vacations you didn’t came here, right?

Me: yea.. But I really regret what had happened in past.

She: its ok bhaiya, you can always start fresh, why not from today itself?

Me: hahaha…I wish I could, but I don’t know what you are talking about?

She: oh.. You know what I am talking about.

Me: (serious mode) what? You really should know how to express yourself?

She: ok.. Look bhaiya when you went in Mumbai, and the year my dad died, we were completely lost and it was uncle (my dad) and aunty (my mom) and both didi (my sis) they helped us whenever we needed it. From then till now we all are like a single family, I have looked after aunty when she was at home after she was operated.

Me: I too came home that time and my both didi were also there. Hai na?

She: haan, par badi didi ki delivery ka time aane wala that oh jiju unko le kar chale gaye the, aur chotti didi ko bhi wapis jana pda tha unka conference tha delhi mai, toh aunty ne khud bola tha jane k liye.

Me: OMG!! Tumhe bhot kuch pta rehta hai…aur bolo aage?

She: haha…ok and the time when you came, I went to Chandigarh for quiz competition. Isiliye mai waha nahi thi jab aap the.

Me: thik hai, thik hai…. But in sab baaton ka point ab kya hai??

She: (acted as a mature girl would act and said) dekho bhaiya, agar aap ko Diwali k preparation me help chaiye thi toh aap ne pucha bhi nahi mujhe? Aaj bhi sham ko jab aap ko rangoli bnane ka tension that toh bhi aapne bola nahi mujhe bna dene k liye, aur chup chap dur se khade ho kar copy kar rahe the meri design…aur fir achanak chale gaye waha se..kyu hai na?

Me: (I was taken aback by the course of chat that she just told, I remembered the view of her cleavage in the meantime) sorry Varsha maine tumhari design copy ki..

She: arey,,, mai design copy krne k baat nahi kar rahi hu bhaiya… mai ye puch rahi hu ki aapne mujhe bola kyu nahi rangoli banane ko?

Me: Varsha tum janti ho mai yaha jyda rha nahi hu aur mere koi dost bhi nahi hai yaha, aur jyda baat krna bhi mujhse nahi ho pata anjaan logo se, aur yaha k liye toh mai bhi anjaan hu, isiliye mai kisi se help lene se jhijhakta hu.

She: oh god!! Matlab mai anjaan hu aapke liye, hadd hai bhaiya!!

Me: arey aur nahi toh kya?? Mujhe bus tumhara naam hi pta hai, tum kya padhti ho? Tumhari age kya hai? Ye sab mai janta hi nahi… aur waise bhi tum 17-18 sal ki hogi, mai 24 sal ka hu, tum meri age group me aati nahi to maine bhi nahi chaha tum se kuch baat karu.

She: 17-18?? Hey bhagwan… bhaiya I am 20 aur mai 5th sem me hu CS branch. Aur yeh zarrori toh nahi ki mai agar aapki friend nahi hut oh help nahi maang sakte?? Aap mujhe apni chotti behen ki tarah samajh skte hai.

Me: (jokingly) meri chhoti behen to nahi hai, mai khud hi ghar me sabse chotta hu Varsha.

She: (jokingly) mera bhi koi bada bhai nahi hai, mai khud ghar me sabse badi hu bhaiya.

Me: oye hoye!! Smart ho…

She: who toh mai hu….toh fir aaj se fresh start krna hai ya nahi??

Me: hmmm… choti behen toh nahi keh skta kyu ki meri already 2 behen hai, but meri a smart friend keh rahi hai toh ek try to de skta hu.

She: yaayy,,, (ladkiyo wali khusi) toh thik hai bhaiya, chalo ab issko fill kr do thoda sa reh gya hai. (By saying that she stood up and went to her house)

Me: you can call me Omya!!

She: but you are senior to me?? I can’t call you by name…but If I call you sir will it be ok?

Me: yeah, fine… cool! Ok bye, it’s almost getting late for puja.

She: Bye!! Abhi thodi na…puri diwali baki hai, abhi bye mat bolo bhaiya.

Me: thik hai, milte hai jaldi…ok?

She: haan yeh thik hai…milte hai sir.

So this was how I was made a new friend and relation…and during this entire chat one thing that holds my interest was the young fleshy white skinned and the deep cleavage and tight breasts covered in navy blue cupped bra.

This was the first installment of my story; stay tuned for the next one…….