The clock struck at 12:00 a.m. I was sitting alone in a desolate room with books on my table. I twas not that bad, because it happened almost every year which I was used to. A message blinked on my phone "Happy Birthday, now dont be late and open the door". I did not have any idea how could she possibly even reach at my place, it was a hostel campus and that too at the dead of the night. when I opened the door there she was singing the happy birthday song for me which I hated everytime until that day.
Me: "Meghna, how did you..........?"
Her: Relax, dont freak out. I just managed to bring round the guard telling its your birthday and he let me in.
Me: You bribed him didn't you?
Her: You are smart.
Me: Come on Meghna, its just a birthday doesn't make any sense to me.
Her: But it matters to me, you are my friend, infact my only friend in this ridiculous city.
Me: Friend , thats it?
Her: What else could it be?
Me: Sorry that was just a slip of tongue, but how did you come to know. I never told you about this birthday thing.
Her: Social media, technology. Anyway so this is how you spend your birthday? Books and a table lamp.
Me: Yeah, it has always been like that. I laughed.
Thank you, its been a long time someone did something so special for me.
Her: I had too many plans but too little time, but here it is. I brought your favourite chocolate vanilla cake.
We blew the candles and smeared each others face with cream.
"Look what you have done to my hair" She screamed
"I dont care, you've always looked like a monster"- I mimicked her.
And then she kicked me hard enough to make me fall on the floor and i pulled her leg towards , making her fall over me. I never knew why but in the heat of the moment we found our distances nearing, it was close - too close than friendship and then that physical sensation of imperial awesomeness when her wet, smooth, soft lips touched mine. It was just not physical, but a silent verbal connection of hearts beating at the same phase, but soon she drew herself back, and I realised my place once again.
Her: I am sorry.
Me: Yeah, me too.
Her: This should not have happened.
Me: Better that we forget it. After all its the fault in our hormones. I tried a fake laughter to calm it down.
Her: Are you sure, you are okay about this.
Me: Yes, I am.
But I realised I was not soon after she left. So far when we used to hang out , we talked ,laughed , shared all kinds of jokes but between all this there was a line which she never crossed and I was aware of that too, but that day she did and I couldn't help it but continuously think of that one moment when she was on me. That single sensation of wanting her more than anything else - that was terrible. I couldn't get her out of my mind. Even went I went to sleep that night, I wish she was there beside me, and I missed her messy rough curly hair smeared allover with cream, she looked funny.
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