Monday, November 4, 2013

A summer in Simla

Twenty years later, am sure i wouldn't even acknowledge him if he passed by on the street....but that one week in summer, he meant the world to me. He was good looking, rakish and a charmer...just what my frayed nerves needed. We met at the hill station where my grandparents lived. Where i knew people and they knew me as the studious, intelligent kid from the city...which in my head i heard as the nerd, the overweight, dull kid. I saw him one morning walk past our cottage, whistling and humming to himself. I smiled, i knew he was beyond my league but just his gait, his demeanor, his joy made me smile. I waited the next morning and he was there again at the same time. This time my grandmother was with me and she informed me that he was the good for nothing grandson of her friend. He had decided to quit med school to come and write plays in the hills. writers were not supposed to be good looking i remarked. The next morning I came out of the shower, my hair still wet and found him sipping tea with my grandmother in the garden. Casually he commented that I should wear my hair loose, it really suits me. once we got chatting the chemistry was electric. When he suggested showing me an exhibition on the history of simla...my grandmother was delighted. She was glad I had some company and didn't have to take off on my own. I could swear he had a wicked grin even then when he thanked her and escorted me out. We had a week together and spent every waking moment together. He was funny but complicated. He was charming but had a glad eye. He was a great lover and said just the right things. What I loved the most was the adventure, running down slopes, him plucking wildflowers that i wore in my hair and ears....kissing by the brook, cuddling because it was cold...and sneaking into my room at night since it was raining and i didst want him catching a chill! I blushed and stammered in his presence and thank god my grandmother talked so much and didn't see too well... Surprisingly when I kissed him goodbye I knew it was the final bye....I could not handle his over powering, overwhelming persona in my "real" life, in the city...but this summer romance was a boon that would keep me smiling for a long long time...

1 comment:

Mild Maverick said...

Touching ....hard to write this unless these emotions were felt ...on the writers being clowns ...you may be right ..they look beyond looks ....