The NAME Module (Episode 1)

I was wrong that day and the biggest mistake I made was thinking it to be a regular day. It was a regular day in the sense that there were no special markings on the wall calendar but it was seriously something more than normal for me to flirt with someone after a long gap of many months. My recent break-up, which was a couple of months back had left me with no intention to be involved again in this agonizing game of heart make and heart breaks but seeing this girl for the first time had a different feeling. It was a reflex that I started talking with her and it was a reflex that simple texts lead to serious conversations and there were ingredients of flirt in every bite of the dish. Had the leisure lasted a bit longer, I would've taken things way down but  life had different plans. That was what happened that day and it ended up for good.
You can't write this stuff. It's more beautiful when it's unexpected and that was something that happened the following day. I was a bit late to class and the nearest seat empty was the one beside the girl I flirted with. It's not that there is something else I would choose over the beauty of that human master piece but I had priorities. I had a few knock out goals. More over I had dreams. 
I got seated beside her and offered a hello. That was a good thing to do. Well, that's the least I could do and there was a hello from the other side. No, I’m not singing Adele's hit. There was exchange of smiles and I tried my best to avoid any sort of physical intimacy for the next hour. I would retreat every time we had some unusual contact for longer periods. She would give me a smile that was clearly saying " I can sense what's wrong here"  but she wouldn't act.  It wasn’t her fault anyway. It was me who was acting unusual that fine morning and I didn’t wanted to get distracted by anything but my love for books.

It was the same routine for the classes that preceded the last class of the day. The last class happened to be a bit different. It was different in the sense that the teacher who was expected to visit the class that hour had an important call and had to leave. So we were paid a visit by one of the most boring teachers in the entire institute. I had no intentions in skipping the class and neither had I had the pleasure to listen to what was being taught. He wasn’t a bad teacher by heart but he would just go so deep into a particular word that I could cover in an hour of his lecture in 5 minutes just by looking at the notes. I went too down on explaining the teacher but that’s a topic we must keep for another day as that wasn’t what I was supposed to be sharing . The teacher, as usual, came in started teaching and I started copying whatever there was on the white board with clumsiness portrayed on my face. I could still feel the sudden and unexpected physical intimacy from this human flesh sitting right beside me. 

Maybe this is what they mean by ‘Being at the right place at the right time’ because I needed an escape from listening to the same thing being repeated for a fourth time because I understood it in the 1^st explanation.  So this time I didn’t moved or reacted to the intimacy but still I was afraid about the fact that I could have easily mistaken an accident for intention.  It was my turn to act. I pretended getting comfortable in my seat just to get a step closer to her. I could feel my peripheral vision developing and getting better with every second. I could feel all of her activities. I could see her hand raising on her forehead just to swipe that drop of sweat on her fore head which was unusual on a cold morning. I could see her stop writing and I could see her smiling and taking a small glances towards me. I could see all of that from a corner of my eye and I hadn’t moved my head an inch to notice all of that. I felt more closer to her and not a moment later I could feel her inside myself. I could feel her body. I could tell you which parts of her body had pain from earlier day’s fatigue. I could hear her heart beating, I could feel the air coming out of her body and entering mine. We became that close that any person would’ve noticed that there was something wrong. Our concise would have hit us but two tall guys seated right in front of us made us disappear from the eye sight of the teacher and that gave us enough courage to act as free souls nearly about to embrace the summit of materialistic  desires.  I went a step up to feel my hand crawling under the desks searching for her hand. I felt her hand which was already waiting to be grabbed and squeezed and made feel warm and cozy. I hold her hands for a few moments and then I got my hand loose and took it to her hip and crawling up and in a circular motion I took it to her stomach and her belly. I played with her stomach. I could see her enjoying each and every moment of it and I was having my time too. Then  slowly  I got my hands from under her T-Shirt to her bare stomach and her belly. I circled my way around her belly. I wanted her to enjoy every second of it. Then I started talking

“Hey!” This is the word I choose to begin the conversation with after making it to the second base. Yeah! What an idiot.

She just smiled.

I retreated because I wanted to talk now.

She again smiled still looking at me.

“ What’s your name?” I tried smiling but I guess some of my muscles had the wrong information that they didn’t agree to stretch in the right way.

And again two times in a same day I understood the meaning of the phrase “ Being at the right place at the right time.”  Not a second later the teacher approached our bench, noticed the absence of tattoo similar to the one made by teacher in board, in our copies, scolded us for a minute and expelled us out of the class. I didn’t hear what he was saying when he was scolding us but that has to be something bad, right?

And we left the class which was about to end in 15 minutes with bags in our hands and one more exciting story to share in our arsenal.

“Sorry!” I started .

“Never mind! This has to be better than sitting in that boring lecture.”

“Yeah! You’re right. So we had left our conversation somewhere, remember?”

“No! Tell me, I don’t happen to recall!”

“I had asked your name.”

“Some great guy once said “What’s in a name?” She started teasing me.

“Well yeah! But Mark Zuckerberg also made a system that Your facebook Id could only be searched from your name.”

It was her-1. Me -1

“ Suhana .”  she timidly replied.

“Suhana. There has to be something after that, right?” I questioned.

She smiled, I smiled, this time it was in the correct way.

“ Suhana Bajracharya. and Yours?”

“Saurav. Saurav Wagle.”

She smiled and I joined her. We moved down a flight of stairs without any reaction and on the fifth I asked her

“So what are your plans?”

“Huh!”  She seemed to have been thinking about something  when I summoned her.

“I asked what are your plans now?”

“Oh! Nothing much. I would just return back home.” She was saying the words but her eyes were saying “ I don’t want to go home. Please make me stay.”

“ If it’s not so important we can stay here for some time.”Again this time I failed giving a smile.

“Stay here. Where are you implying?”

“I don’t know. It could be a cafe nearby or maybe there is this amusement park beside here or we could just find an empty classroom. What do you say?”

“ Empty classrooms sounds fun. Let’s do it. But before that I need to visit the lady’s room first. Excuse me!”

“Take all the room you want. I’ll also be back in a second. Wait for me right here.”

I headed the men’s room and she headed the ladies room on the fourth floor. I didn’t had to pee. I just wanted to take a few pieces of happy dent  just in case I was about to get lucky. Nearly after two minutes I headed back only to find her near to the emergency exit door in the fourth floor.

She grabbed me by wrist and pulled me back into one of the nearest classrooms which was totally empty. I managed to pull the door and lock it close. She started moving towards the back end of class where as I got seated on the first desk facing backwards.

“Suhana” I said as I smiled, correctly this time.

“Yeah! What happened?” She turned back all of a sudden.

“Nothing! I’m just getting used to the name.” I gave out a smile, again and it was executed two times perfectly in a row.

“Suhana Bajracharya!” I shouted a bit louder this time.

She smiled and started moving towards me. She came near and grabbed my shirt’s collar which was escaping from the upper portion of my jacket and in a different male accent gave a dialogue from a famous hindi movie “ Hey! Bekar me naam kyu kharab kar raha hai be!”

I was continuously looking in her eyes through all of this and despite my efforts laughter escaped. I laughed and made my way down to the seat along with her, with her hands still on my collar.  We were having a great time until she got a call from her mother who asked her to do some basic chores. We had lost track of time but the call made us realize that classes had been over for 10 minutes now and she needed to get back home soon. I walked her down the stairs where I found out that she owned a personal ride. She offered me a ride to my place and I would have accepted the offer hadn’t I stayed in a hostel which was a five minutes or less walking distance from there.  I departed from her with a good bye and started moving as I could see her getting her bike ready. She was faster than I thought and she caught up with me midway to the outside and again offered a ride. I politely declined the offer not a second later to find her bid goodbye and few seconds more and she was out of my sights. Then on my way back I remembered the happy dent which was a total waste, I remembered the moments we shared in the lecture and I remember her. I remember the feeling of her bare skin. I could still feel my hand in her belly and I could still feel the pleasure of her intimacy. I couldn’t wait to get back to class the other day but as we know that it’s not always that we’ll be at the right place at the right time.

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