Under bright lights and blaring music, unable to move or breathe, thoughts of escape were only running through my head. Knowing what college day was, I cursed myself for showing up. I wanted to leave. My friends tried to stop me but I told them I needed a smoke, which was enough reason for them. I did need a smoke.
Outside, a chill had crept in, distant signs of a storm coming. The monsoons were here finally, ending the long spell of heat.
It was half past midnight, and I was low on nicotine. Lighting my last one, I decided to head back home after the smoke. Resolutions to reduce were running down the drain as it was my second pack that day and still the craving wasn't gone. The thing was a killer; even the pack said so but what wasn't in this world. We are born on to a deathbed, slowly but surely dying.
I crushed the bud under my feet and got on my bike. The wind was strong as I made my way to the exit. It was mostly dark inside the campus and you couldn't see shit in front of you. Even then I couldn't miss her, the red saree under my head lights; a lonely figure walking. I zoomed past her but it was no mistaking it. Skidding to a halt, I waited for her at the entrance.
College day was really just an excuse for everyone to dress fancy and hook up. It wasn't exclusively for the seniors or the juniors, everyone was there and everyone was game. You could end up with anyone when the night ended. It was an interesting thought considering the person I waited for.
Sure, there were some pretty girls and some pretty outrageous ones too but to me, no one even came close to her. The grey and red saree hugged her curves at all the right places, promising a gorgeous figure underneath. The slight transparency against her light skin was eye catching but not too revealing to be deemed inappropriate. The thin strap of her backless grey blouse stretched across her frame, straining, wanting to be unhooked.
Sure, the clothes were sexy but she was a beautiful girl nevertheless; she made even the simplest churidhars look classy. It was hard to keep my eyes off her in college even though she was a senior. They registered every detail; her black hair that dropped down in waves around her pretty face, cute dimples that formed when she smiled and lips that made you wonder what they tasted like. In all, I was completely aware of Harshini.
I thought she left hours before but there she approached me in quick strides, hands hugging her chest and head tilted down.
"Need a lift?" I asked in my most manly voice. She passed me without an upward glance. I tried again, my normal tone returning, calling out her name. She stopped.
"Do I know you?" She asked, trying to recognize me in the darkness.
"Not personally. We are in the same college."
"I can see that." She said looking me over. "Thanks for the offer but I can walk." Before I could say something, she walked away. I followed her.
"Not in those heels, you can't. I am surprised you made it out in those, on our campus roads." She ignored me. "Come on. It's just a ride. I am not some random creep on the road trying to pick you up."
"You look like one." She said loudly.
"What gave you that idea?"
"How about the makeup and the rings? You got more piercings than a girl." Sure, I thought the eyeliner was a bit too much but that didn't make me a creep and I told her that.
"Why should I trust you?" She asked.
"You don't have to! I am not asking you to marry me. It's just a ride." She stopped and a mute exchange passed between us that I really didn't understand but then as if she had no choice, she climbed in the back. Her body grazed me as she settled in; her perfume filled the air around me to an intoxicating high. When I knew she had a firm grip, I started the engine. Her answer to where she wanted to go came after looking at her mobile.
"The bus stop." I considered that as there were no buses running at that time and I was sure her house wasn't close by.
Mentioning I actually knew where she lived would cement her idea that I was a creep. So, I took her to the stop without a word.
It was a shorter ride than I hoped for. She thanked me, all the while looking at her mobile. I stole one last look before heading for the nearest tea stand, the one open at that hour. Bought a pack of kings, lit one warming my innards, watched Harshini texting, and calling someone on the phone. Her frustration was unmistaken even from that distance. On the way back, I stopped in front of her again.
"Are you sure I can't drop you off somewhere else?" She looked at her phone and then at the empty road again. Her body shivered, yearning for some warmth. I imagined all the ways I could have warmed her. "Look you can wait here cold and alone, this time a real creep may show up or I could drop you off wherever you want before that rain hits." She considered it.
"What about you? Is your house close to shastri nagar?" She asked. I lied to her. My house was nowhere near hers but I knew she wouldn't take me up on my offer otherwise. One last look at the road before she slid in behind me.
There wasn't any traffic but I kept it slow, seeing how cold it became.
"So, who were you calling?" I asked. She inched closer to hear me better. Her body, most probably her breasts or so I hoped, pressed up against me. I took the opportunity, leaned back into her, and repeated the question.
"My boyfriend. He was supposed to come but he didn't show up." So, she was still with that guy.
"His loss! The guy is a sinner for ditching out on such a beautiful girl looking like this." The compliment didn't bring out any response. Still I wanted her to talk. "Is he from our college?"
"He was; he graduated last year."
"I don't know what the fascination with seniors in our college anyway? Every girl in my batch has an eye on one." I heard her laugh.
"Aren't you my junior?" She asked. I nodded, laughing myself. "I don't remember seeing you much around campus."
"Maybe you can't recognize or remember me with the makeup but I met you on my first day of college." She sounded interested and I was all too eager to recount our first meet to her.
Everything about that day was fresh in my head. How my mother embarrassed me by dropping me off like a kid. There wasn't one person who guided me and after an hour of hopeless searching, I finally ended up on the first floor balcony trying to figure out where I was, when I dropped my bag over the edge. The short glimpse and the cry of pain was enough; I was positive I killed someone. After minutes of petrified fear, I gathered my strength and ran down to see the damage.
That was when I saw her for the first time. I lost myself all over again looking at her and her lips moving. I thought an angel had descended from heaven to take my unsuspecting victim but I saw no body. Just her, holding my bag. After all the drooling, I finally took the bag. An apology didn't even occur to me at that time. Nevertheless, she smiled, maybe at my utter idiocy. As she walked away, I at least summed up the courage and asked her for directions. She guided me to my class, flashed her brilliant smile and went her own way. Ever since that day, I stalked her cautiously, to see that smile. I didn't mention that last part to her.
"So, this is your way of apologizing to me after all these years?" She asked once I finished.
"No, this isn't an apology or an excuse to get you in my back seat. I am giving you a ride because I want to." She didn't say anything to that either. A tough girl to impress.
"Your boyfriend; what does he do now?" I continued our conversation.
"He's project head over at TCS." She said.
"Already uh? He must be quite good." She mumbled something unintelligible and then asked me something else completely.
"Have you been attracted to more than one girl at a time?"
"Sure but I don't have a hot girlfriend." Emphasis on hot.