Salt and Pepper- The Quirky Love Story

LAST PART :)

After five years. Present Day. (They both are 23 now.)

This love was creating havocs in my daily routine. Her soft brown skin would touch me whenever she shook hands or if I am lucky, hugged me and that would send me into crazy thoughts. Her tinkling laughter was my anti-stress medicine. She had become my habit and my craziness, and I knew this was a habit I could not get rid of.  I knew it was high time I tell her. It was quite late rather. Moreover my feelings were erupting at midnight. So I did what love-sick guys do. I climbed the wall to her room at midnight, right when her parents were sleeping in the room next to hers.

Khushi: What the hell are you doing her, Kush? Someone will enter. Oh My God! Are you crazy? Get. Out. Right. Now.

Me: I want to tell you something.

Khushi: Can’t it wait till tomorrow. Its midnight an…

Me: I love you.

Khushi: and someone… What?!? Come Again.

Me: I love you. You are the most beautiful girl I’ll ever meet. You are the only person with whom I talk to. I can’t go a day without talking to you. You’re my habit and I want to wake besides you every day and see your bright face before the sun. I love you.

Khushi: …

Me: Khushi, say something damn it! I am sorry. I am really sorry. I thought you loved me back too…’

Khushi: It’s not even been a minute since you confessed your love and you’re withdrawing back? Hell, I am a stupid to love you.

Me: …what?

KhushI: I love you too stupid. I thought you would never confess it.

Me: Won’t I get a love you too kiss? Come on you can do better.

Khushi: You Pervert. Go, I hate you.

Me: And I love you too my feisty lioness.” I said pulling her into a hug.

And then we embraced each other finding our halves, feeling complete. Maybe I look like salt and she like pepper. But as the world knows, salt and pepper can’t be separated. And so, this saga of salt, pepper and Jalebis continues, maybe beyond eternity. Who knows?

And this was how a ‘Hi’ made Kush find his Khushi.

Salt and Pepper-The quirky Love Story.

Part 2

After the no-friend talk, we didn’t meet for a week. I felt incomplete. I wanted to go and hug her tight and tell her that she has a friend in me. I couldn’t go.

But my patience broke and I mustered all my courage to go up and talk to her.

As I reached her home and rang the doorbell, she came and opened the door and her cheeks turned from pale brown to pink to red, from energy flush to embarrassment and then to anger that is.

‘Why are you here, Mr. Investigation officer? Need to ask more questions?’ She said with an expressionless tone.

‘I missed you.’ I blurted out, pulling her into a tight hug.

‘I missed you too.’ She said, hugging me back as her new hot tears wet my shoulder through the jacket.

‘Umm, Khushi, you are crushing me I can’t breathe…’

‘Oh, sorry.’ She retreated back, clearly embarrassed.

‘Somebody really likes to hug me I guess.’ I said, making her blush a little more just like a Magenta cherry.

‘Um…’ She said trying her best to avoid eye contact.

‘Okay Khushi, leave it, its fine. If you won’t hug me then who will? I owe you Jalebis. I’ll get them tomorrow. Meet me at the Cliffside at 5.’

‘Yeah, right. Okay. Bye. Take care. Be safe.’ She said as we turned opposite ways.

I suddenly called out,’Khushi’.

And as those black curls turned around to reveal the most tantalizing black orbs, I knew. I just knew it happened.

I fell in Love.

P.S.- Sorry for the short post, just one part left :)

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Salt and Pepper- The Quirky love story

PART-1

She was beautiful, not by the Miss India standards but she was above all girls of the village. She had a bright flawless skin, not the milk-like supple skin like the girls of the village, her’s was dark, but it was the softest I would ever come across. She had bright doe-like eyes that would shine whenever I got her piping hot jalebis. She was a ball of glee and jolliness. She did look like a ball, yes she was chubby. But she was cute, not by daily soap standards, but cute enough to break the wall of my impenetrable heart. Yes, she is my best friend, Khushi. Or rather was.

And then there is me, the average village guy, average hair, less-than-average face structure, ever-present stubble on my face. Yes, I was the average-est guy of the town. Hi, I am Kush. And here is how Khushi became my best friend to something I can never define.

I vividly remember that day when it was my first day at the new school in class 12^th because I just transferred that year. I was late, well the only person who was late. I stood there observing the lush greenery around. When I saw a girl, my girl, walking towards me. She extended her hand and said ‘Hi’, with a dazzling smile on her face. The brown color of her skin accentuated her smile. I shook hands with her, and something inside me felt complete. Brushing away these mushy thoughts on the first day, I walked with her to the classroom. She talked continuously, her magical sweet voice creating havoc on my senses. And that was my Khushi.

With time I drew closer to her. I found myself crying to her, laughing with her, sharing secrets, playing, exchanging comforts with her. These activities were never done by me, and especially not with someone else. But with her, it seemed just at place. For the wonderful person she was, it was a shocking revelation to me that she had no friends except me. I asked her the reason one day and this is what happened.

‘Hi, Kush. India won yesterday. I won the bet, when are you getting me the jalebis?’ she said.

‘Why doesn’t anyone talk to you?’ I said.

‘You know we have a school leave tomorrow. Thank God, I’ll get finally get some rest.’

‘Don’t ignore my question. Why don’t you have friends?’

‘I do have friends…’

‘Yeah, books and stray dogs don’t come under the category of friends.’

‘I have you. I don’t need anyone else.’ She said holding my palm between hers for warmth. It felt good, but I had serious matters at hand.

‘You are a great person Khushi. You must have more friends. Why don’t you have any other friends except me? You don’t deserve me. And moreover you are hiding something from me I know.’

‘Kush, what has gone into your head? Why are you behaving so weird today?’ she said taking back her hands creating distance between us.

‘Stop.Lying.And.Tell.Me.What.Is.Wrong?’

‘Okay. LISTEN TO ME KUSH. I don’t have friends because they find me ugly. I don’t have milk like fair skin. I don’t have the quintessential hourglass body. I am a nerd. And nobody ever thinks of talking to me because apparently me being dark is a curse. You were the first friend I had. And ever will. I AM A CURSE, BECAUSE EVERYONE THINKS SO. DO YOU GET THAT? I AM UGLY. Happy after knowing this? Now go or the curse will get to you too. Go!’ She said, as her legs gave away and she sank on the ground with her face in her palms and body jerking as she broke out into tears.

After a few minutes she looked up at me with her eyes full of grief from her reopened wound and mine in astonishment at the gory revelation I just came to know. That very instant I knew. Her tears were the only weakness I’ll ever have.