ARSHI OS- THE FIRST

I watched her intently as she sat in front of me in the library. Rose! Yes that is the color. Or not. Or maybe light pink. Yes! Light pink. No. Rose! My thoughts kept fluttering between the colors rose and light pink as I try to decide the color her lips wore. As I watched them more closely, I decided on rose.
What rosy lips she had. She reminded of the nursery rhyme "Rosy Lips, Teeth within".
Then my gaze shifted to the girl seated beside her, her lips were not the same, they had a color much resembling to brown. They were also torn a little. Then I touched my lips, they were torn too. Maybe winters have started to take toll on our lips. I wondered that how can her lips be so flawless. They didn't even carry a single sign of being worn out. She must be taking good care of them, I suppose.
But heck! Why I am acting so obsessed with her lips! What's wrong with me?
She is my classmate and I see her on daily basis then why I am having a feeling as if I am seeing her for the very first time. Maybe that's because I have taken efforts to notice her for the first time. Underneath my breath I cursed myself for not noticing her earlier. What a fool I am!
But really, how is she able to maintain her lips with this perfection! Can I ask her the care taking routine for her lips? No! Which guy asks such a question? But what's wrong with it. Can't guys take care of their lips as well! Shit! What's happening with me! Is it this question I want to ask her or maybe I just want to start a conversation with this girl? Arrgh! I am going mad! I should right now be concentrating on the book that's in front of me and look what I am actually doing!
I keep rattling my brain as to decide whether I should approach her or not. I have never done this before. I have never had that many guts. It isn't like I have not liked anyone in the past before but I was never able to put myself together to make the move!
Suddenly, I was brought out of my reverie as she started to move. She was leaving and I was just sitting there like an idiot! I damned, as to what am I doing. With her each step, my heart sank down, there was a thug as she started to disappear and it was then I knew she was worth the effort! I have to risk it this time.
I pushed my chair back and paced as fast as I could in her direction. Next I know was that I was standing in front of her, blocking her way, saying "Your lips, they are wonderful, how do you take care of them?"
Shit! Shit! Shit! What the hell did I ask her!
And the next sound, what a melody it was to hear, she laughed. She smiled at me and then again she laughed.

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10 Years down the lane-

As I held my baby in my arms, the first thing that striked me were his lips, "His lips, they are just like yours!" I exclaimed to her. "Comon! Arnav he is just born, how can you tell that his features are like mine or not?" she retorted. "I can Khushi, after all I have watched them so attentively over the years" I winked at her. "You know, thank God for your chapped lips otherwise you would have never approached me and asked me for a lip care routine and we would have never talked and this would have never happened" she laughed, pointing towards our baby.
I smiled, little did she know it was never about me, it had been and always will be about her!
And damn, her lips they are still as rosy as they were and still give a shiver down my spine!
Shit!


-Manika S

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