The dream was taking Parth 18 years back again. The new year party in the farm house. From where did Krish managed have a bottle of wine Parth had no idea. He put a casset into the tape. Tune of romantic English music, the chilliness of weather, smell of wine was putting Parth in a trance. He turns to Subha who was busy to shoot her dear brother and his lover with her new fascination, her camera. A gift from Krish for her 12th birthday, to reach in the verge of womanhood. Krish was pouring wine in 3 glasses, juice in one, Subha is not allowed to taste wine yet.
"how does wine taste like." she asked, although she is part of the group yet she is still too young to get habituated with adulthood.
"not sweet for your tongue, my darling." Krish pulled a pouting chick and handed her favourite juice glass.
"Parth here is your glass." Krish offered.
"I would love to have the juice please. Wine is not sweet for my tongue either." Parth smiles innocently causing Krish to wince
"comeon Parth you are 16 now. Dont behave like a child."
"well I cant help it really." Parth smiles helplessly watching Krish's annoyance.
"comeon Krish don't force him if he is unwilling" Sree tried to interven.
"Sree can you imagine my best friend, my closest one, my Parth is still behaving like a kid? He still keeps himself away from drink and smoke and hesitates to watch adult films too. Can you imagine?" the way Krish said it seemed like in this World Parth is only 16 years old who is not habituated with such lifestyle.
Sree only smirks. Krish should have been atleast 10 years older than his age, she thinks.
"Krish I asked you to wait till we finish 12th." Parth reminded him, nth times he told Krish that he is not as genious as him so he cant get himself diverted with the adulthood habbits. Still Krish keeps persuading. Perhaps gets fun to annoy Parth.
"Krish are you going to spend the whole night trying to get Parth drunk? If yes I am leaving with Subha right now." Sree was really annoyed now.
"No sweetheart, what will be to our romantic ball if you leave, come darling." He held his hand out for her. Sree puts hers in his palm with a heavenly smile and Krish grabbed her waist. The tiny room of farmhouse turned into a ballroom as Sree matched her steps with Krish, holding his shoulder, keeping eyes into his captivating ones.
For a while Parth was lost to see them, Krish and Sree looks so heavenly together, it doesnt come in mind that Sree is 5 years older. A flashlight brings Parth back. Subha was capturing them into her new friend. Parth took the glass of juice and sits beside her.
"You like to click photographs?" Parth feels nothing can be better subject to start a conversation.
"to capture moments." replies Subha thoughtfully, still looking at her camera. Parth was not so sure what he will ask next. He always feels shy to talk to her. But he was not wanting the time to pass. In these few months its the only moment he is getting with her alone. Otherwise Krish or Sree didi or sometimes Satyaki is there always with them. Parth didn't want the moment to let go. He looked at Krish, so engrossed in his dance. Sree's head is on his shoulder now. Krish's eyes are closed. The scene reminding him of some hollywood movies they would have seen together.
"shall we?" Subha was quite astonished to see Parth stretching his hand out to her. Parth himself was surprised to his own behaviour too. Perhaps motivation of the idea come from surrounding. But that's the best idea in this time.
"but I cant dance." Subha was confused. She never had experienced any ball before.
"its too easy, just like the English movies we would have seen till date. Do you want to learn Subha?" Parth efforts to sound confident that can only help to continue conversation.
"okay" Subha is always inquisitive to learn new experiences. She puts her hand into Parths. The soft, smooth butter melted into Parth long rough palm. Parth shivers inside but tries to remain smart in appearance. He hurriedly pulls Subha's another arm and places it on his shoulder. And then keeps his shaking arm around her waist. His heart was biting like drum. She was so soft, so slender, it was feeling like his hand will be dipped into her butter like soft skin. Unknowingly he pulled her closer. Hesitantly glared into emerald eyes.
"now?" innocent voice questioned.
"follow my steps" he managed to say. And then lesson for balls continued.
Parth had always fine sense of music and dance steps. Subha was quick learner too. Things soon became comfortable for Parth. All he was wanting the night to be more longer. The soft , warm , bunch of flowers doesnt get away from him. Shimla was no more chilly for Parth. He leans forward to her to get more ease to dance. A soft silky smooth brownish strand of her brushed against his face. Such a beautiful aroma of jasmine was coming from her hair. Parth was getting into trance again. He closed his eyes to absorb the magic of the moment. But before that a mischivous smile on closed eyed Krish's face didn't get unnoticed by him.
The new feeling was not so stranger to him anymore. Parth was in love.
Edited by RoseFairy - 10 years ago
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