Salim and Kayal #Watty's 2016 # YourStoryIndia #ProjectWomanUp

Boundaries???????

Kayal's POV

On the day of Reshma's engagement I couldn't come early because I was stuck in a Press Meet. After filing my article, I flew to my home in my bike. I changed to a Silk Cotton Chudithar and left for her place from my home. It seems the function had started. My parents had already left. Instead of walking through the front door, and attracting lot of attention for being a late comer, I jumped our compound wall and entered her home through the back door.

All her relatives had gathered in the hall, so nobody actually noticed me. Reshma loves Jasmine flowers. The whole house was decorated with Jasmine flowers. On top of it many of them were wearing strong Attar (A type of perfume). I could also smell the inevitable Attar Full Talcum Powder. Reshma's family never runs out of that particular brand of Talcum Powder. Since the time we were kids, her Uncles who are working in Middle East bring that powder as a gift for their family. I think it is now available in India as well in few places. But Reshma vouches for imported Attar Full. As a matter of fact, it is her strong argument that even Johnson's Baby Powder which is sold in UK, US and Middle East is of much more superior quality than what we get in India. All these strong smells instantly triggered my migraine. I settled down in her room. I think she is being fed sugar now. She will return to her room in a while. When I opened our group to text Salim, I saw a message from him saying that he has already reached. I then messaged Salim as well as my parents that I have reached.

Appa had replied, "Stay in her room."

Salim had replied, "Okay ma. I am here with Yasar Bhai."

I thought of seeing Salim. I went near the door and peeked out. Since Salim was tall, I saw him. As usual he was looking very handsome. He was wearing White color Jhubba and a skull cap. It looked nice on him. I am always afraid of wearing white because I or anybody else always ends up staining it. All my new white dresses were showered with sambhar, chutney, cake, ink, paint, turmeric, mud and what not. So long back I stopped wearing white. Somehow for few seconds everybody went out of focus and I could see him only. Suddenly he started blushing. Why is he blushing now? That too red hot? He wasn't talking with anybody. All his friends were looking at the bridegroom. Just then he took his mobile and typed something.

I got a message personally. "Like what you are seeing???"

Oh my God. Have I been staring so badly that he could sense me? He didn't even turn towards me. Shame on me for staring at him. I immediately closed the door and went inside. I replied to his message, "Obviously, white color goes nicely with your beetroot red color blush. Haraami for sending me a private message."

"Kayal, if I am a Haraami, how about you for staring?"

"FYKI I am not a Muslim. I can stare as much as I want and I enjoy looking at your blush. Ha ha ha."

"Kayallllllll."

"Now, I can be a Haraami, but I don't want to encourage you to be a Haraami. No more private messaging."

Salim then sent a smiley in our group.

Is there any way I can fast forward my life by two months? Just when I was wondering how to push these two months, Reshma came in with Vidhu and our other friends. I gave her a happy hug. "Congrats dear."

"Thank you, still I am angry for you had come very late."

"I am doing my internship now. I couldn't take leave. Sorry, sorry, sorry."

"Okay. I am forgiving you for now. But, you have to come very early for my marriage."

"Okay, done."