Virgin
kiss
Wangyel
climbed the step heading towards stage of auditorium with the anguish thoughts
and bizarre feelings. Oh! It was definitely not nervous because he is not going
to perform freestyle in formal dress; Gho, instead he is going to register
himself as the new college student with the queue of other new students.
Wangyel’s
heart bounced so quickly that his chest was not able to contain it. His eyes
stuck suddenly, feet followed his eyes. However his conscious regained when one
of the lecturers called out “Sonam Wangyel from Jakar high secondary school” he
immediately turned toward the lecturer and registered in B.Sc life science.
Having done
with registration he moved into the seated crowd of student with the whirlpool
of thoughts: questions, doubt, fear, excitement and many more confusions but
some how smile was overwhelming anyways. Wangyel’s eyes were searching from top
to end of the seated crowd forgetting his lack of confidence to face the crowed.
Still he failed to get view of her after that view: one before his registration
and one when his eyes got stuck.
From that
on, the twice views of an unknown girl left him nothing but a changed lad.
After two
days Wangyel entered into a class room, full of new faces which gave him no
feelings of cheers or sadness but one face caused him immense joy. The joy completely
occupied his heart. She was seated shy fully with her only friend at the corner
of the room. On the other side Wangyel was peeping secretly enjoying her
beauty: her appealing eyes, her thin, pinkish sexy lips, her dark black hair,
her elegant dressing of purple tego and kira with spice of her beautiful smile.
All in all she bewitched him to steal his own concentration from the lecture.
Besides her beauty, her simplicity allured him more than any other.
The days
went on watching her and enjoying her shyness which spoke out of her face becoming
rosy from milky dove cheeks. Most of the time, Wangyel saw her silence but to
him her presence was enough to speak, although they were mute to each other.
Wangyel was
sorry about his least content ability and cried every time he failed when he
try,
“oh gods
just give me strength to talk to her, Nothing more else”.
But nothing
more else was only until consecutive desire blooms in him.
He became
friend with his new class mates but of course not with the one he want
desperately, until two ladies of his class saw his pain. For Wangyel they
became so called Charlie’s angels to solve his case.
“I don’t
know whether it is really love or infatuation but yeah! I think I like her more
than my crushes earlier as such kind of illness never gave me so much desperation.
So to let her know and let me know about her feelings towards me, I need your
help. Will you? And yeah this should be only between us.” cried Wangyel
starring at Pema who was one of the angel with whom he was first acquainted
among girls from his class.
“I will try
to fix it up provided what you just spoke is far from lie,” said Pema with her
serious looks.
“Of course
it’s true”.
5.9’ tall
with fair complexion, hair upright just like famous soccer player Bekhem,
smartly dressed in black and a traditional Bhutanese bag hanging from his
shoulder turned with his grace to the call. “Wangyel would you mind to join
us”, said Choden the second angel.
“Have you
two introduced each other? Not yet I guess. I hope not planning to talk after
graduation. Yeah!” said Choden.
He he he…
giggled all gals including only guy, Wangyel.
Wangyel
afforded to speak “so you are Yephel Wangmo from monger high school, right!”
She answered
with warm smile which was adequate for him to think that, at least she knows
his name.
Cheerful Wangyel
was always eager to go to class not that he is into studies but you know…and
one day Wangyel’s angels gave him one more reason to cheer.
“Is she
really coming? I hope I have not forced her to agree that time,” Said Wangyel
sitting quietly.
“She will as
she agreed to me also. You don’t need to worry. Come on we will make the steps
for our song until she comes”.
There is
suppose to be eight couples for the song including wangyel standing alone but
again one guy was missing for a girl. Wangyel was tensed but finally relieved
when Yephel showed up. He stood up involuntarily with big smile on his face.
“I m so
sorry to come late, I was…” she went on with her excuses to Choden. Wangyel was
standing deaf near them and said to Choden quietly that it’s all right.
“Ok then
lets start”
“Here you
come, he is your partner as you know, Yephel” said Choden smilingly.
To reach so
far, for wangyel to be her dance partner for the return show to seniors was not
an easy task for angels: planning partner dance and forcing Yephel to dance.
Angels requested many times to dance but she denied with lots of excuses, and Wangyel
thought that he cant fail god for his blessing in disguise, so he himself
requested her and fortunately her denial changed its way by saying
“I will try
though I have not danced since my junior schooling”.
The
acceptance of request only from him cemented the foundation of hope to get her.
While
dancing they sort help from eye instead of mouth to talk which were actually a
decent manner of great lovers.
Eye to eye,
face to face hand in hand holding tightly they danced in front of crowed.
Wangyel
planed to express his feelings right after their dance but he could not as she
disappeared after the dance. However he sent her a text late at night expecting
nothing but her love.
(sms)
“I want to
say something to u…u would be knowing wat I want to tell u. If u like we can
meet tomorrow at 10AM. gudnite”.
“Why the sky
seems angry today? Why sun is behind the dark clouds? Why the wind is still and
why the nature is mute today?” loads of questions were popping up one after
another while he was walking with his first dates. Not just because he was
thinking that god is giving him the omen from getting rejected but also he was
not able to suggest any beginning to his feelings.
Finally his
unexpected date who was Yephel's best friend Dolma broke the silence, “why you
didn't replied her sms and didn't pick up the call twice?”.
Wangyel
wrecked from his whirlpool of thoughts and replied, “Actually I was not at all
expecting this meeting and especially her presence, and I assumed myself that
she might not turn up. so, I was washing my cloths. I m sorry cause I was not
able to be on time”.
Wangyel
slowly made an effort to make his date lively with his classic jokes and casual
talk with his dates. Indeed his effort made a way for friendship with both
anyhow. The conversation took a path of interview, where Wangyel and the dates
took alternative roles of interviewer and interviewee. Wangyel got lost in the
conversation such that he forgot his main purpose of knowing her feeling toward
him.
Just before
they were about to reach where they started, he got a last opportunity right
after a truck passed between Wangyel with Yephel and Dolma alone. Then and there he
took a short halt and cried with his full confidence, “what if I tell you that
I m in love with you?” her face turned away from him and his nerve pulses
turned dead and tongue twisted in such a way that it produced a sentence, “ its
ok! I understand. Its my fault..u have another and I got no one apart from u in
my heart..”
“I too love
you but I can’t take you as my boyfriend as my family's etiquette and my
confidence do not allow me to do so, I m sorry for that”.
On the very
moment of her say
“I too love
you”,
from his actual
date he got the answer of many questions: the sky was angry of taking away the
another moon on earth, sun was ashamed of Wangyel for not getting his moon
though he was trying since time immemorial, wind was still because he knew that
Yephel was no longer to kiss her when ever she pass by. In contrary only the
usual sound of living creatures was on Wangyel side as they were mute while
they were talking which intended not to disturb.
Wangyel's
happiness knew no bound after getting the answer he was seeking every where
even to the statues.
Wangyel and Yephel's
relation went on as a mystery for others to solve due to lack of togetherness.
They took their eyes as a mode of conversation and their shyness: convincing
that they were special to each other.
Chocolates
became the materialistic form of love and the brisk walk of 30 minutes together
were adequate for them to show there love frequently, sometimes miscall does
the job, they were in love howsoever.
As there is a
rising point in every story, so it is obvious to have in this story too. In
this story the protagonist which is Wangyel was made to think that he was just
side actors who substitute the absence of main actor. The evil doubt was
induced by the gossips around and the misfortunes of other love stories but the
other protagonist that is Yephel also didn't fail to put oil on fire by her ignorant
gestures and the unanswered texts.
Yephel
denied his offers for walk. It’s been a while that they haven’t teased eye to
eye for quite a long time; this didn't allow him even to have a good nap at
midnight, after all he loves her.
Wangyel and Yephel
were sitting under the tree on the bench which is centrally located in academic
buildings. They were silent for few moments. Wangyel went to her knees and
firmly holding her hand and spoke gently,
“do u really
love me?......”
and spoke
out all that was hurting him. She was barely speaking any words. Wangyel was in
such a state that he did not care to say that she can dump him or else forget
everything that happened between them. She didn't speak any word justifying her
state although she can cook up excuses like any other girls normally do. After
he expressed all his feelings, he dropped her to the girl’s hostel and the
scene was just looking as if in love story movies: lovers getting separated in
different directions.
No, no its
not the end of this hysterical love story there is even exciting further more. Wangyel
was so depressed and sad that he slept to get rid away with his pain. The
painful time was just meant only for that night as she text him in morning
which filled him immense joy far more than the first one.
“Wangyel I m
really sorry for what ever I did to u. it was not my intension to hurt u or
something but I was foolish to ignore you as I was in dilemma. Now I realized
that you are the one ruling my heart. About yesterday's night, I couldn't
answer any of your questions because I was so nervous and afraid of loosing you
that I was out of words. Anyways I now confess you that I love you more than
any other”.
That one
night accelerated the love story of Wangyel and Yephel much faster and better.
The semester
was in verge of ending: Exams were done, students started packing there things
and the college was preparing for winter vacation. Couples were on March along the
road side to bid fair well to each other until they meet next semester
exclusive of Wangyel and Yephel. The last walk for the semester of Yephel and Wangyel
was free of disturbance because they went bid far way in the corner of kanglung
village. There in the middle of paddy field holding each other not just to
generate heat to keep themselves warm but also to show there sadness in
departing for almost two months.
Wangyel
touched her face with his hand and gently lifted her chin towards his mouth,
air was exchanged between them with a gap but slowly the distance disappeared
as they touched each others lips. They were biting each others tongue; the
teeth were not locked to each other. They were sucking each others saliva. They
were not dogs biting each other but a virgin kiss.
They hugged
tightly.
She spoke
softly to herself that,
“I always
get excited with touch of boy’s hand and does what not things”.
It was only for Wangyel, the virgin kiss
indeed.
In strange place, one
strange war
She passed by leaving
vivid memory,
He asked there?
“No”, his brain
proclaimed,
The infatuation for
beauty,
With trophy of
victory 
