love actually....part 1.....

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Love Actually - Part 1
I saw my mother arranging all kind of eating items on a tray, cashew-nuts, barfi and Uncle chips in a stylish way. I had no clue why my mother always used to arrange these, when in reality they had to end up in someone's stomach, and in order they ended up in mine I followed my mother happily swinging my cricket
bat. My mother's fast friend ( at least that's what my mother used to refer to her as) Rashmi Aunty had come over to meet her. I did what was expected of me, went to her, touched her feet and gave her a sweet smile, the unnecessary nuisances of life that had to be respected. She smiled back and gave me a kiss on my cheeks, i blushed. I heard a girl giggling, and that's when I noticed the beautiful girl looking a lot like her
beautiful mother, laughing her heart out.
I looked at her amused. She somehow managed to say amidst her fits of chuckles 'Mom, look at his cheeks,
your lipstick.' she started laughing again.
I could feel my cheeks blushing, I was blushing, I was hurt, not because of the lipsticks on my cheeks, I liked that, but because a girl my age was laughing on me. What she found amusing, felt like insult to me.
I turned back, thought of picking up a few chips, but then decided against it. My pride came in the
way of Uncle chips and my stomach.
I walked out of the room, and thought of finding my my criicket ball. The way to the salvation led through the realms of cricket field of me. I was about to crawl under the bed and search for it, when i saw her coming towards me. I abandoned my pursuit of the ball and began practicing my straight drive. Didn't wanted her to find me in a compromising position yet again.
I was barely 10 years old but that did nothing to dent my mountain sized pride.
' Hi'
I didn't reply back, instead i concentrated on the imaginary ball hurled towards me by Pakistani pacer Wasim Akram. I could feel her standing there. After playing the imaginary ball to fine leg, i noticed her.
' Hi' ' I'm Zara.'
' Amitosh'. I extended my right hand, I'd seen Shah Rukh doing so in a movie. She shook it only gently.
' So', I looked up at her, she wasn't saying much.
' Do you play cricket '?
' No.' I was trying to strike up a conversation, but she wasn't helping it.
' I can try '. She smiled. The deep dimples on her cheek looked really sweet on her but it wasn't enough to make me forget the embarrassment. She wasn't much into games, that was apparent.
' So what are you doing here. ' I said suddenly acting as if she was disturbing me.
' Actually, mom told me to play with you ' .
I should have known it. Why didn't i think of that before.
 ' Let's go outside '. I walked out of my room to the small garden that my grandmother had worked hard to maintain.
' So, you're in which class '.
' I've just passed 3rd '. That meant she was in 4th. But I was taller than her, and she seemed so much out
of my league, she looked so childish.
' I'm also in class 4th '. I said, walking upto the steps on the porch and sitting on the steps. She slowly meandered towards the steps. There was an awkward moment of silence, wherein i guess we
both felt uncomfortable.
 ' I'm sorry '. I was startled.
' What for ? '
 ' Well, there in the room, I laughed at you '.
The girls in my class never used to say sorry for anything, they were still immature - I always used to think so. But Zara, she suddenly seemed more in my league, as in more of a class 4th girl.
' Oh, it was nothing '. I still couldn't help blushing.
' You're blushing '. I smiled back. She was as if amazed. She sat next to me. She was smiling yet again. Those deep dimples were looking so good on her, they made her look angelic.
' Wait ', she said and rushed back inside. I sat there confused, thinking of a way to get back at her. She looked so beautiful when she smiled but the point that she was actually laughing on me made me feel
bad. I was deep in thought thinking of a way to get back at her, when i heard her voice again.
' Freeze '. I froze in that stupid stupor of mine. I guessed she wanted to play ' Freeze', with me so i complied. ' Close your eyes '.
Now i haven't played any such game yet, but i complied nevertheless. My mind went into hyperdrive thinking of what next. I wasn't going to let her fool me again. I heard her coming close to me, then i felt her standing in front of me. I was about to peep from the corner of my eyes when she said again ' Keep your eyes closed '. I was wondering what was she upto when i felt something on my cheeks, something that i had felt only a
few minutes back. She had kissed me. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling at me. Her lips were rosier than usual, and that's when i realised that she had put on Rashmi Aunty's lipstick. I jumped and ran to my room. The mirror showed me with two red spots in the shape of lips on my cheeks, one was bigger than the
other. I felt so humiliated that i wanted to run to my mother and complain about her, but i didn't go to her, for they would have laughed at me. My pride was taking a beating and i thought it was time to salvage some pride.
I went outside smiling.
' Thank you' .
She stopped giggling.
' Why '.
 ' Actually i'm looking better been kissed by two beautiful ladies '. She looked at me bemused.
' It was so sweet of you ', I told her. I spotted a rose plant and i ran towards it, plucked the biggest rose
flower in the plant, i knew my grandmother would hang me for doing so, but i would handle that some other
time. I walked back to her. Her smile had almost faded away from her beautiful face.
' This is for you '. She looked at me with those dreamy eyes, and i knew something was going seriously wrong in my head.
' Amitosh ', I heard my mother calling me.
' Why did you pluck the rose ', her temper was flaring.
' Auntyji, actually i had asked for it '. I looked at her. She was smiling.
' Ami ', Rashmi Aunty walked up to me and held my face, she turned it left, then right as if inspecting a fruit or a vegetable.
' You are looking so cute '. She laughed.
 ' Zara, you did this '. Zara nodded her head. Rashmi Aunty bent forward and planted another kiss on my
forehead. This was getting way too embarrassing for me. But i laughed with them, no use showing that i was
embarrassed to the core with three lips imprinted on my face i guessed.
After the formalities, a rickshaw was called and they went on it. We waved them goodbye and then my mother went inside the house. I kept standing there on the road, the rickshaw turned left on the next crossing, and i saw her smiling and waving her hand. I waved my hand back


..to be continued....