I love my life, I love U

	Millions of people worldwide had watched it. Enjoyed it. I wanted too. But my fuckin' schedules wouldn't allow me to. While Spiderman faced the problem of being spidey and then being himself, I too has similar dilemma, of being a student, and a friend, and a son... and myself. I just couldnt invest 3 hrs to the movie (as also, we couldnt find the time to woo our mary janes.)
 	I really wanted to see Spiderman2. (Kirsten Dunst, actually.) After part 1, the 2 was a must see. But the shitty class assignments, and other stuff had taken its toll over my life. I had to quit my piano, my tennis.. my evening times with my friends. 
I really wished I was on Mercury or venus, with their BIG days. bigger than their years. 
	A multiplex was showing the spidey 2 on sundays in the morning. I could make it this time. But all my friends had already seen it. And, I would rather not see it, than with nobody. Its just not fun enough. 
	So, yesterday  (saturday) evening, we were, the regular bunch of us, were doing our Riding rituals, along the length of College road. At 'OUR pitstop', we halted as usual. On asking of spidey2, it became apparent, that Everybody else had drained their money in that multiplex a few days ago, So wouldnt come with me the next day. As the talk returned to the girls streaming up and down the road, (as usually it does for 90% of our time), one of my friends challenged me to ask a girl out for the movie. I am not someone who would back out of a challenge, especially such a beautiful challenge. The girl he was talking about was a GODDESS. no less. She was jetting on a black moped, with her black loose hair whirring along. Her deep ocean blue eyes.. I remembered them, once when I was gone to a trek, and was very thirsty, I drank glacial water from a stream which reflected the same sunlight that her eyes shone. The calligraphical mascara dark of the night only added to their brilliance. My view was superglued to them.  
	They perfectly complimented her fair symmetric face. That straight nose, those lusciously wetty pouty lips, Those 'googly-woogly-woosh' cheeks,  oh my god.. she was ethereal. She was wearing a metallic black top, with matching leather skirt. Tight..ohh so tight. 
	I was switched onto auto pilot. My legs kicked, hands twisted the accelerator, and before u would know, I was going behind her. I wasn't looking at anything else but her. I would go along her, whizz straight ahead and again back... I had lost my senses. Hers were too excited. When I glanced at her, trying to form a gentle smile with my lip muscles, she coyly giggled. She had goosebumps.  With a smile, teasingly she speeded away. It was rush time. College goers doing their usual riding rituals. Really crowded, noisy, and fast. I pushed the tempo too. Soon we were racing against each other. She was really enjoying it. I was enjoying her enjoyment. 
	A car at 100mph, came whizzing in our direction from front. With a mutual mischief, we geared for stage 2 of the game. We put our machines to their max. The bright white and the silhouettes blinded us for anything but those lights. The continuum of bright white such lights was heavenly. I really love it. I really love my life. And so i want to know where it ends. The edge. I am always trying to push it.  Claiming my life's rightful territory against that of the death. 
	A car to our left, with loud rap music, was going with  full gusto. It seemed we had company. With a tilt to the left, and the knowledge of the limits of my bike, I put my bike on the pavement, and wheelied it bang in front of them. She came from the right. Now that car was at our back. The streaming traffic, provided lil' 2 feets for us to squeeze through at these speeds. 
	Suddenly the 100mph car, was just 10-20 feet away. To its left was a car going opp., to its right a few bike hounds doing their rituals. We both were in dead front of the car. My body quickly tilted to its right, raced a bir harder, and squeezed through 1 feet between the headlights of both the cars. U have to see it to believe it. That light from those 2 headlights. It was amazing. Blinding but amaing. She too zigzaged through the hound and got through. The poor car fellow, had a smashed bumper, and a awaiting quarrel. 
	We were gone in seconds. Later, as our eyes met, her bright eyes had that twinkle, that 9am sulight twinkle. We broke out into a hysterical laugh chain-reaction. We had to pull  over. We were laughing even after 15 mins. There were tears and an almost aching stomach, 2 wildly throbbing hearts, and a lot of words waiting to be poured out, waiting just about in the throat. These words choked the voice. i somehow evacuated a lil' of them, and asked her to join me for a coffee at a restaurant just 10ft away from where we were standing. This place was unusually calmer, quiter.. We handnt realized that we had speeded down quite a far away. Nevertheless, after a glass of water, we could resume our selves. She was beaming at me, when I realized I hadnt said a word since we entered the restaurant. I was just too dumbstruck with her smile, her eyes, her...everything. I somehow dragged my self to the point of being conscience of the world aswell. Her giggling started again. 
	I took her hand, and kissed it. She opened and closed, as in, her eyes and mouth got bigger, while nothing came out of them. She was flabbergasted. I then put my another hand over her hand, and soothed it, when she recovered. 
	I realized we hadnt got introduced. With another kiss on her hand, I told her my name. Then she, lifted our hand up. and kissed mine. and whispered her name into it. 'Sanika'. It felt like a warm noon breeze on a wintry day. Very beautiful. 
	Then suddenly, 'excuse me, what would u like sir' fell in between us, like a bell snapped from its rope. Deep, resounding, irritating. We had coffee. As wafts of vapour rose beyond those curled fingers around the cup, a smile settled on our lips. Sipping slowly, sipping facets of each other, promised by the leash of our gaze. As we walked through that restaurant door again, we felt as one. I really did FEEL her. We were walking straighter, talking less, Understaning each other much more, all through the info highway of our eyes. 


	Watch this space for the next part....
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