[Part 1]

A kiss. Let just say, a kiss can mean so many things depending on what type of kiss it is and who it's coming from. A kiss can be one of the most magical experiences of your life.

It is said that a kiss is the expression of our souls; which is why there are so many options to choose from. Kissing is one of the great things when you are in love. It's the best way of showing your love and affection. Almost everyone receives or gives a kiss at some point in their life, so do I…

It's been before 8 to 10 years. That's why I have blury details about them. But still they are interesting. Therefore I am going to share these specific anecdotes from my life. Three kisses from my past….

Not needed to be judged. No needed to be sympathised. Past is past, forgive…. Forget….

#Chapter one.

When I was little, my mom used to tell me that, “ This world is filled with only two kinds of peoples: Those who are good and those who are less-good. There is nothing like bad person in this world. Only situations are responsible for every bad action. ” I guess she's just too naive for this world. Or she just don't want us to lose our faith in this  complicated world. 

I was 11 years old that time. The age where you have only one feeling. The feeling of joy.  As a kid, you only wants to play. Enjoy every moment in your life. Have many friends and make memories with them. Happy memories as well as one with wounds.  Create your own world. 

As I told you, I had too many friends. In our India that's the age where boy can be friends with girl, be with her at late night, talk and laugh loudly, share things and no-one will judge them.( It's just some great Indian mentality, no offense! ).

I also had one best friend. He was a hella awesome person, I have ever met. He used to tell everyone that, I am his one and only best friend. He was too good and kind. He is just that amazing, that anybody can fall in love with him. And so do I…. Yes, I had huge crush on him, at the age of 11. Isn't it beautiful!

Due to this reason and him being my best friend. I used to spend most of my time with him. When we play hide and seek, i always follow him. When we play Douche-ball he always try to protect me. We also used to play one special game with our friends. Which was based on TV show ‘Power Rangers’. Power rangers was like our favourite game. It basically created by him, so he always be our leader. He decides the rules. He decides what will be the story we going to play and he decides where we are going to play, most of the time.

That day too, we bunch of friends gathered to play and we decided that we were going to play in his house. Because his parents had gone out of town and they will returning late. It's not like first time we are going to play at his house. We used to go and play there a lot.

We planned, how we are going to play. His house will be a monsters territory and one power ranger going to be captured by the monster. Then all power rangers comes and saves him from monster, this was our senario to play that day. We were deciding who's going to play which role and we noticed that no one was ready to become a monster. We started arguing on it. Because of that noise his big brother came out from his room. I guess, he was in college that time. I remember, He was studying all the time. He came and asked, “what's the matter? And why we all are shouting?”  He was nice to everyone, I told him that we are one player short. But we want to play. His little brother, my best friend asked him for help and joined us in the game. He was so closed to his brother. They both are like friends. Big bro said ‘ Yes’ to play and he was ready to play as a monster. But he suggested some changes in the game. He said remaining power rangers have to find few objects or things to save captured one. And until then captured power ranger have to stay at monsters territory and wait. And I can't really remember how I ended becoming the captured ranger.

We started to play. Big bro handed them a list of quest. They all ran outside to find. Now only big brother and I remained in house. He said, ‘we have to play seriously.’ so he grabbed my both hands by wrist and said, ‘now I can not run from him’. As a games part I started shouting (of course slowly and dramatically) “ help”. I told him, ‘ he cannot stop me because he have only two hands and I still have strong voice power because I am a power ranger.’

He smiled at me and said, ‘He can shut my mouth without using his hands.’ I confusingly asked him, ‘ how is that possible. And if he leaves even my one hand, I'll be running free.' 

He said, “that’s easy”. I just again started to shout for help. That moment he pull my hands and pull me more closer to him. And very next moment, he just kissed me. One long smooch, I can say. He smirked and said, “see, this way you can't shout.” 

My eyes filled with water. I didn't said anything. It's not felt good. It wasn't felt right. So when he pulled me again, I started to cry. I remember saying him ‘sorry’ repetively. After very short time my whole gang came back. And I ran outside from his house. I never told this to anyone yet…. 

My dear dear best friend commited suicide at the age of 19. I never told him his brother kissed me. I never got a chance to tell him, that he was my first love. I never told him, that I am going to love him till the day I die……

_ to be continued.

It's a quita big story so will be sharing it in parts…. So if you got interest in it, please stay connected…😊