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Never Kiss Your Best Friend
The summer went by as the drama of choosing streams, changing schools and starting class eleven unfolded. Autumn came and went.
Life continued to troll us and we happily got trolled. Sumer’s dad kept a distant eye on his academic integrity, regularly checking in on his tuition test scores and his attendance.
He even returned Sumer’s camera after Sumer actually scored well on a chemistry test in November.
Not like Sumer suddenly had grown an erection of fondness for science.
His plan was simple build his father’s hopes, play along and then next year, crash his world and smile.
I tried dissuading him from doing so, but then gave up. I was his best friend and I was supposed to support him, come what may.
That winter my dog Liaka died. She was old. But I wasn’t ready to let her go. I cried and howled, and how.
Sumer was there by my side, unfailingly. Even if it called for bunking his tuitions and missing his assignments.
His father came back home around the same time and caught him red-handed, as we once crossed paths with Uncle at the DVD store.
We had gone there to get the DVD of Marley and Me. Sumer got grounded in the bargain but made sure I set free the pain of losing Liaka.
2012 started. We entered class twelve. I continued to sulk over a life with no love and no dog and Sumer over his physics, chemistry and maths.
The handful of ‘not-so-pretty-but-bearable-after-a-few-drinks-non-med-girls’ in his tuitions kept him from committing suicide.
I’ve become a pro at picking the best out of waste,’ he would state waste. The chauvinistically while I shot him a feminist glance every time he dated a new girl.
The smoking lounge was a long, narrow, open-airalley where you could stand and admire God’s concrete creation called Mumbai while you killed his mortal creation, slowly, with every drag that you inhaled.
I leant over the parapet, aimlessly staring at Mumbai’s skyline, lit in the night. The loosely scattered highrises, the shanties and slums that crept up in the squeezes between them, the busy roads and the silent sea.
I took out a cigarette from my clutch and carefully placed it between my lips.
‘There you go.’
I heard an achingly familiar deep and masculine voice. A flame flickered right in front of my eyes and lit my cigarette.
I took a deep drag.
‘Since when did you start smoking, Tan Tan?’
I turned around. Let out a cloud of smoke. ‘People change, Sumer. They grow up.’
He stepped back, as if to avoid the smoke. He lost. And coughed. Our eyes met. Again. The sea lashed the rocks.
The DJ changed the track. A random car halted with a screech. A couple in the corner took a break from their smooching session. A plane took off for its destination. All these sounds. And the silence between us.
We continued to stare at each other. He took the few steps that distanced us. His gaze bored into me.
In a swift move, his hands went around my waist, leaving me with no time to react. They held me with assurance. He pulled me closer.
His head tilted a little. Lips parted. He whispered, ‘Well, you surely have grown. Quite a fine pair, might I add?’
He looked at me expectantly. I could see him battling the urge to give in.
But he wanted me to be the one to take the plunge first. I tried hard to keep my facial muscles in check. My throat felt dry.
My heart threatened to explode. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I tried hard to kill the impulse. But I just couldn’t.
We gave in at the same time. We burst out laughing.
‘You’re disgusting, Sumer!’
Just like the good old times. Pure. Uninhibited laughter.
‘Come here, you.’
He didn’t wait for permission. He never had to in all the years I had known him. He pulled me against his chest. I threw the cigarette on the floor as I reciprocated. It was a fuzzy, warm bear hug.
Like the ones you need after a break-up or a serious bout of sickness. Or after you’ve lost a job. Or your dog.
Or when you meet your only best friend after ages. No matter on what note you parted.
| Author | Sumrit Shahi |
| Language | English |
| Pages | 134 |
| PDF Size | 1.64 MB |
| Category | Story |
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