My First Kiss - The Osculate

It is said that one never forgets his first kiss.

Here I am, fifteen years later I can still remember that summer night. I was in the 10th grade. Komal was in the 8th grade. She lived next to my apartment. She had a pretty face and an outstanding charm. She was an ordinary girl. I liked her. I really liked her.

The only time&place I could see her was at between the stairs of the 2nd and 3rd floor of her apartment returning from temple at 7:00 PM. Standing in a corner of stairs, I watch this angel come towards me every evening. I liked her innocence and fragility. The day she didn't appear, I felt something missing. I can't explain the feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness.

I never smiled, never tried to talk, never whistled or did anything unusual. I was quiet. May be because I was too busy watching her. She never said anything also. She was a good actor, and me a demanding director. I did it for "8 long months" without exception.

One day I got the news that she was moving out of her apartment and this might be her last visit to temple. I ran to the stairs again. The weather was perfect, moon was full. She came, I moved one step towards her and ironically, without thinking anything I blurted out, "I like you. I think you can't leave without me kissing you". I didn't know what to say more. It was totally impulsive, somewhat wreckless, and completely unlike me...

She looked up at me. I looked down at her. She looked up at me. I looked down at her. She didn't said any word. The longest second of my life passed between us before she smiled. She had a smile that could win millions.

I grabed her by the waist and pulled towards me.

She was shivering as if ants were climbing over her leg.

Suddenly her right duppata goes off of her shoulder; I moved my right hand from her waist and put her dupatta back on the shoulder.

I looked at her eyes. The Wind was gently blowing her hair. Her heart was racing. She was passive and shy holly.

I hugged her, I dropped down my head close to her, and then her lips touched my lips.

One curve Osculated over the other. It was a slow touch of her lip curve with mine, making a perfect Tangent.

After a while, she put her arm around me. I liked it! I liked Komal. Maybe, I loved her. I was a giddy school-boy happy for the first time in a long while.

Next day, she left Forever!

-Nirnay