Saras barely had time to register what was going on. Their lips collided with her taking the lead. She clung with her arms around his neck, his around her waist. A soft breeze blew by and made her kamarbandh chime with that sweet sound.
His heart soared. Something hit him like a bolt and for a moment he was the happiest man in the world. He couldn't remember the last time he was that happy. Kumud, Kumud was so close him. They were connected.
He couldn't have enough of the feel of her. His heart was singing like a hummingbird. She felt so soft, so sweet, so utterly dear to him. He tugged her closer to deepen the kiss.
"Uttho!"
Saras jolted awake. Blushing furiously as he saw Kumud looking down at him angrily.
Kumud: You are late for arti!
Saras: Wha..what!? No. That can't be.
Kumud: Yes, panditji, you are late! Go freshen up quickly, Bapu is calling you. He's all happy now that you are done with your prayashchit.
Saras shook the image from his head: C'coming.
Kumud was quiet.
Saras looked up: What?
Kumud: Now that you are rested and everything, you can tell everyone the truth and go back.
Saras felt like she doused him in that ice-cold stream water again. He nodded, disappointed.
Kumud watched as he pursued his lips in that way of his and glared at her, making her heart shrink in sorrow.
Saras: Don't worry, I will be gone by this evening. Then, you can have you bedroom back.
Kumud snapped: That's not why I...chodo, tumse baat karna hi bekar hai!
She sashayed out of the room with her back arched against him, chiming adamantly.
Saras was left alone, picking up the pieces of his dream.
Saras: Wishful thinking Saras. She will never like you again.
His heart soared. Something hit him like a bolt and for a moment he was the happiest man in the world. He couldn't remember the last time he was that happy. Kumud, Kumud was so close him. They were connected.
He couldn't have enough of the feel of her. His heart was singing like a hummingbird. She felt so soft, so sweet, so utterly dear to him. He tugged her closer to deepen the kiss.
"Uttho!"
Saras jolted awake. Blushing furiously as he saw Kumud looking down at him angrily.
Kumud: You are late for arti!
Saras: Wha..what!? No. That can't be.
Kumud: Yes, panditji, you are late! Go freshen up quickly, Bapu is calling you. He's all happy now that you are done with your prayashchit.
Saras shook the image from his head: C'coming.
Kumud was quiet.
Saras looked up: What?
Kumud: Now that you are rested and everything, you can tell everyone the truth and go back.
Saras felt like she doused him in that ice-cold stream water again. He nodded, disappointed.
Kumud watched as he pursued his lips in that way of his and glared at her, making her heart shrink in sorrow.
Saras: Don't worry, I will be gone by this evening. Then, you can have you bedroom back.
Kumud snapped: That's not why I...chodo, tumse baat karna hi bekar hai!
She sashayed out of the room with her back arched against him, chiming adamantly.
Saras was left alone, picking up the pieces of his dream.
Saras: Wishful thinking Saras. She will never like you again.
Writer: Mary Barton
