Six years after I was born, my mother got pregnant again. I don’t need to tell you what it feels in a kid’s mind about thinking of someone is coming in-to your family and might take all the place in your parents life what you had till this time.

Every day till nine months from then, it’s all the talk about a new baby coming to your life. Whatever you do seems nothing new to your parents except for the thought that the new baby is going to change your life. You need to be strong/responsible/caring/and all other stuff which you never wanted to be… So in frustration I said to my mom, “I want only a Baby Girl and not a boy. And that too she must be white in colour. If not, I will not love her..!”

Indeed after nine months I had a baby sister who was snow white when I holed her for the first time and she squeezed my finger in a tight grip as if she knows who I am….and for the fact that I love her or not…you must consult my sister not me….

Readers must be wondering how all of a sudden this story of past came in between the pages of YULM Chapter 6. But telling you the truth, this was the same way I discovered it in my life’s journey when I was with Snigdha Gupta. I never knew that my one childish dialogue I spoke, when I was of only 6 years of age is going to bite my ass after 11 years of the incident.

So as Snigdha and I talked more and more with each other, we got to know more and more about each other. And one day I told her the story of how my sister was born. That day and the next very very days got a new turn in my brain about my present life. When she heard my part of story, instead of enjoying how good it feels to have a sister in my arms holding for the first time. She complained, “In past you said you need a white skin colour girl or else you won’t love her. And now your love changes form a white colour girl to a black one. What was that??? What is the guarantee that again it won’t change from Black to White? What will I do then??” and stupid tears in her eyes followed…

Actually What Was THAT..? How about a childish comment I made in my past look cute when I was 6 and sucks when I have crossed 16…

I don’t have that view of thinking now and never had an idea that she feels inferior of her skin colour. Actually till that time I didn’t even noticed what her skin colour was. I was so deep in her love that I only loved her presence around me.

Though I had run all these facts in my mind but never did I expressed the level of maturity what she expected from me. I love being kiddo. And that day I reacted the same way. Instead of trying to support her, I gave her a new name, “KALVI” meaning Black Bee… A cute ‘fly’ of my imagination which is needed as an important element in nature so that every flower sprouts a fruit and gets its purpose of living….

I do realize it looks silly form present point view, But it was really fun teasing her by the fences she made in her own mind. I don’t really know what she had interpreted by the nick name I gave her, but it was fun when she got angry on the name “Kalvi” whenever I called her by that.

This idea was stupid but worked out. She left crying or questioning me about my interest in her skin colour or my idea of hypothetically changing my attraction form a Cute and Beautiful Black girl to a Horney white bitch of her imagination. And we enjoyed a happy stay after that….

Only of one fact being unknown to me that I had hurt her inside…

Time looks great when you are running a smiley life and second by second tickles when it had to go the other way…..

First days with her were great and I imagined the whole life out of it. Two perfect kids. A boy and A girl, Yet I didn’t think of their names but I figured out how cute they looked one on her and one on my hand…

“I will not have sex with you, not now Not Ever”

It was a kind of dialogue which broken up almost all of my futuristic plans. But why the hell I asked her that question. I know I don’t wanted to but asking your girl for a kiss is more difficult than proposing her itself. (A person should never ask any girl for a kiss. Just Do It. This I realized very late by then)

Through my Imaginations it got into a big quarrel with me and her. And as we say, “Thoughts Become Things”

And the argument/ discussion/ whatever you say stated on fire.

“I didn’t mean to have sex with you now but I don’t want to lose the hope that it will never happen.” I said.

From a kiss urge it started to futuristic argument with no clue how.??!

“If you want we will adopt the babies you need. I am not going through all the pain just to create babies for you and I hate the imagination of having sex at all.” was the instant reply.

She even joked, “If you want you can have maids to create babies for you”

A boy hates jokes when he is seriously involve in any discussion how so stupid it may be. When will girls understand this fact?

I don’t remember when was our first argument stated and on what topic, But I do remember this gave us new ideas of each other.

From “I like everything in you.” It went “Your dressing sense is odd, what kind of friends you are with, why you do such things I don’t like you doing all this. Tapish, you have made my expectations down.” Girls I don’t know how frequently change appreciation to criticism.

At last we got angry on each other and then stopped talking with each other.

This was the time where every second counted, as if clock has stated working slowly, Tick Tock Tick Tock every second I felt something missing out of my life.

Is this Love???

Is this the feeling what every boy and girl in love feel about.???

Though quarrelling and fighting over one other but still feel like keep arguing every day, every hour and every second….

Is this Love….

And heart said, “Yes It Is.”

I moved my legs towards the landline telephone kept on white table in my drawing room and it started ringing before I could touch the receiver. When I picked up the call and said “Hello!”

“I LOVE YOU” was the reply of the only voice I wanted to hear over now in a weepy voice.