My life was going so perfect. I had a perfect job, perfect boyfriend and a perfect family, that support me always. I was born and brought up in Kolkata. My family is very broad minded. Despite of all relatives with traditional thinking, my family never stopped me from doing anything that I wanted to do. I am the most spoiled child among my cousins, atleast this is what my relatives feel. I was taught Bharatnatyam against the wishes of my grandmother. I was taught Guitar against the wishes of my dad’s elder brother.
As I grew up, my mother’s sister
got her daughter into MBBS, whereas I joined creative writing. No-one in the
family approved of it. I always wanted to do something more interesting.
Whatever I did, it never satisfied me. As if, there is something missing. My
life revolved around Pranjal.
Pranjal was my next door
neighbour. He was my childhood friend.
We went to same school. We were very close to each other and so were our
families.
“Hey, Mishti. See, I have brought
your favourite pizza today.” Pranjal came running to my room.
“Oh, wow. I was really feeling
hungry. You always know what I want.”
We started enjoying our Chicken Pepperoni with extra cheese. I looked at Pranjal.
“You had a hair-cut?” I had just
noticed him.
“Yes” He said taking a bite.
“Umm. Why don’t you keep hair
long? I love long hair.”
“You never like anything I do.”
He seem annoyed.
“Now you have passed class 12th.
You are not in school anymore. Why do you want to still look like an obedient
school boy?”
“So, your parents would also like
me.”
“And what about their daughter?”
I winked and smiled playfully.
“Their daughter already loves me”
He came closer.
I smiled and looked into his
eyes.
He slowly stroked my hair and gave a peck on my cheeks. I pulled him closer from his collar and launched myself on him. I pinned him down on the couch. He held me by my waist. My lips mashed against his as if I was trying to flatten and destroy his mouth. I hungrily pushed him back, made his mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. I rolled my tongue around his tongue and sucked it. His fingers touched my soft belly. I felt excited. I stroked his hair and bit his lip.
“Mishtiiii!!!”
I heard my mother, but didn’t
stop. Pranjal was scared. He pushed me aside. I combed my hair with my hands
and winked at him.
“What happened to you Mishti? You
bit me so hard. It’s paining.”
I laughed, gave him a flying kiss
and went out to listen to my mom.
The time ran fast. We both did
our graduation with plans of getting married after that. Then he got his first
job offer from Mumbai in one of the known multi-national company. I was left
alone and he went to make his career.
I got that time to introspect. I
can’t just get married, have kids and sit at home. I need to think about my
career too. I need to do something big. One of my cousins, Promila, was living
in Bangalore and so I convinced my parents to move to Bangalore and do a job.
My parents agreed because they trusted her and took a promise that I will stay
with her and call them every day. I got my job instantly as a creative designer
of a magazine. I started living my own life; the life that I wanted.
All was going great. Pranjal used
to come to meet me on every weekend. Again everything became perfect, but I
think I don’t like the perfect.
Pranjal was so good. All my
friends liked him. He was a sweet, handsome, fair complexion guy. He was never
into fitness or exercise and loves to live a simple life. But still I stopped feeling that attachment.
Why he has to be so picture perfect all the time? Our physical relationship was
not satisfying. It was so normal and boring. I could not feel anything but
could not say this to him so he didn’t get hurt.
And then the world faced coronavirus. Pranjal stopped travelling as Mumbai was the most affected. My company gave me work from home from 19th March 2020. And then on 24th of March 2020, something happened that changed everything. My cousin had gone to a friend’s home nearby. I just sat down in the balcony with my cup of coffee, when the bell rang. It was our neighbour Sanyog.
“Hi”
I had seen him earlier on many
occasions. He was a tall guy with muscular built and whitish complexion. When
he smiles, you can see dimples on his cheeks. It was killing. He had long
shoulder length hairs and a well-trimmed beard and moustache. His eyes were too
sexy. I use to stare at him from my balcony, when he use to go to gym every
morning, in his tight fight jogger pants and body fit t-shirt. He had a black
gym bag with a pic of hulk on it. Black must be his favourite colour as he was
always wearing black. I had told Promila on many occasions, that I had a crush
on him and she use to laugh on me.
“Are you mad Mishti? You have one
of the cutest boy-friend that any girl would die for. And here you are,
crushing on this dark Malayali guy?”
“Don’t say like that. He is not
dark. He is not fair like Pranjal but is just whitish. And anyways girls should
be fair, boys looks handsome when they are dark.” I laughed.
“Oh my, my. What are you thinking
madam? Are you planning to leave Pranjal?”
“No, I have not thought of it yet” I winked. We both laughed.
But I had
also never thought of it that Sanyog will come to my door one day. Life gives
you lots of surprises when you are not thinking about them. The whole world was
under lockdown, and here I am standing at the door to welcome a change in my
life.
