Chennai Terminal || WLW Novel || Indian Sapphic

2. She had great Lips

Few months passed, more houses magically appeared, I was used to my neighbour's loud talks by now and I totally forgot about that character that would start to change my life in the future.

The only thing I remember in the middle of those filler days was when a few from her house came to ours to give an invitation.

"My son's getting married. You should definitely attend the wedding." A short old lady with a man who is apparently the son handed us the card.

My mother looked down and gasped. "She's an HR too Madhu..." she said looking at me. I tried to peep into the card and she closed it quickly. They wanted me to do an MBA Hr, but I was very clear that I was never going to be an HR ever. That last resources I would deal in this world are the human kinds.

"Amma. In your dreams" I whispered in her ears giving her a death stare.

"What then? Art? It's not even a real job!"

"Kanna, listen, HR means big bucks, plus I know you wish to work abroad, so thats the best option" father starts.

"Plus it's not like you're gonna work after your marriage" amma starts, "23 is the age. Do whatever you want before that.

My cheeks flushed and tears reached my jaw. I ran upstairs and cried till my eyes puffed and my nose poured.

"You don't say those things to her now di" my father said to my mom.

"That's the truth right?" she said with wide angry eyes. She paused and then moved to the kitchen.

Rishi, my friend, asked me a simple question. "You will have to marry someday right?"

"No?"

I just couldn't imagine having to live with a man forever. But back then, I also couldn't imagine living with a woman. I was just gay in theory.

And in my defense, it wasn't even legal back then. I just thought it'd be a stupid thing to turn against the entire society just for the sake of love. "Is love even worth that much?"

So I should say, she changed my ideas completely. Props to her.

Amma and I had a heated argument a week later, and as an apology, I agreed to do groceries. I don't remember what we fought about, because we fight for just anything but I remember I had just woken up in an unusual timing.

I opened the door for a heavy sun to hit me. It must've been an afternoon. I slithered to the shop nearby.

"Just milk?" The shopkeeper asked.

"Mmm anna do you have chocolate milkshake?"

I paid him with my left hand slurping the hell out of the chocolate milk in my right hand.

I was crossing her home, I saw it being decorated in bright lights, but I swear I wasn't thinking about her.

I could look through the gates at the parking space and there was somebody inside.

It was a girl who looked like she was freshly out of the shower. Her hair was wet, almost soaking the the kurthi that she was wearing, and a pant that was no way matching her top. She had gold bangles and long hair and... A wet red cloth in her hand. It's a kurthi. She was hanging them outside to make them dry.

"Oh fuck. She's...." And my mind froze.

She was that akka and she was extremely pretty. I felt a cold shiver and sweat at the same time. I was not okay.

She looked like a kitten with big glowy eyes and naturally pink cheeks. Another thing, she had great lips. She could make a great muse. I stared at it and just imagined myself drawing the same on a white paper. The shape and the colour shades. I pitied myself for not seeing all of her through the windows while I had a note on my hand.

It took me a minute to realise that this gorgeous woman, was staring right back at me.

"Pfff"
I choked on my milkshake and splurted it all out just like that.

My top, my hair, the plastic bag with the milk, they were all covered in chocolate. Most importantly, my already puffy face was filled with this milkshake.

The first thing I did is look if this woman was looking back at me, which she was.

The lady smirked and slowly burst out in laughter. She closed her mouth and somehow calmed herself down within seconds. She opened the gate and brought a towel from nearby and came closer to me.

After trying so hard to control her smile, she slowly asked "do you need this?" and showed me the towel.

"No" I said and stared at her. She stared at me back. Not because she was in awe like me, but she was expecting a reason as to why I said no. I- I was stuttering in full honesty. I waved and ran.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" I breathed and panicked and I sprinted to the bathroom and checked the absolute mess I was.

She did have great lips.
I still remember her lips so much that almost every sketch I draw resembles hers... It's almost like my hands have a brain of their own and they loved her lips...

Nayan and I recalled our first meet months later and she told me that she thought I was cute that day.

*Why am I still blushing about it?*