“Hey, my cousin and her friends are coming down here for a coupla days.”
“Groan! I dont want any one here. The weekend is ruined.” I said. I dint know back then, how wrong I will be proved.
I was staying alone in Bangalore. My bro had left for the US and I was alone for almost a month now. I hated my plans go awry. I like my weekends my way. I dont do anything and that is the way I like the weekends. I cursed. I am not the kinds who had go out and make friends and talk to strangers. The thought of sharing space with four strangers for the weekend was bad.
I had no choice. He was my best friend and he had said it. I agreed.
We had to pick his cousin and her friends from the bus station. It was winter and it will be cold. I hated driving in winter. Bangalore gets chilly in winter. I love the chill, but with me under the sheets.
The d-day, we drove early in the morning to the bus station, and waited for the bus to arrive.
The bus arrived. My friend’s cousin and her friends arrived. There were four of them. I knew there were four because my friend had told me. I saw only one. Heard the other three. I wanted to kiss her.
I had come on a bike. We had to take an auto. I would drive the bike and my friend would accompany them in the auto. I wanted to ride, but not alone. I wanted the ‘gal-i-wanted-to-kiss’ to ride with me. I was confused with my thought-processes. I do not think much and did not think much, I was reveling in the feeling. I rued the fact that she did not come with me on the bike.
I hoped the feeling would last longer. The tingling would never end. My weekend was in-fact ‘rue’-ined.
