FAVOURITE MISTAKE

Mistakes are something which are followed by regret by nature. But there are mistakes which bring in some happy moments with them. Of course, such mistakes are very rare, but they do exist.

One of those rare mistakes which I committed was on my way to university from home. It is a 5-hour journey to Mughalsarai from where one has to share an auto to go to Varanasi.

After an overnight journey I just wanted to anyhow get to my hostel without physically hurting myself in the auto as I felt dizziness all over.

As I entered the auto I saw a beautiful girl sitting by the window side. It was strange to see such a beautiful girl travelling at 4 am in the dark. She, however, seemed to be somewhat happy as she saw me.

I sat beside her. The auto was then packed with other passengers with no room to even shake a bit. As the auto started, a sudden jerk came to all of us as the auto bumped into a big pot-hole.

I caught the side wall of the auto from behind her with my hand just a bit short of touching her. I tried my best from keeping my hand from touching her as it could mean different things. She might get uncomfortable and she could get me into trouble.

Its more vulnerable for boys in India than for girls. Once, just once they need to complain or shout in public, all the people around become the moral police and judge and the boy is pronounced the culprit and punished with shoes, kicks, punches and what not. Needless to say that all this happens in a matter of seconds.

The journey began and so did my escapades with pot-holes. They came one after the other and I was trying my best not to bump on her. I think, she noticed that as she became more comfortable in her posture caring less if I would put my hands here and there.

Just then, a rather large pot-hole was encountered by the auto which had gained some momentum by now giving all of us a big jerk. My hand with which I was holding the side of the auto fell on her shoulders.

“Oh shit! I am gone. Any moment she will shout and the trouble time may start for me. But its not my fault. I will explain. But she would be angry and would not listen…” I was thinking stuffs that I had imagined in the past.

But to my astonishment, she didn’t shout. Instead, she rested her head on my arms and bowed a bit towards me. I didn’t know what to do. I had never imagined such a situation, especially in such a conservative society of Varanasi.

I didn’t move my hands and she got cozier in my arms. “Is she a prostitute?”, I thought but no, I remembered I had seen her quite a few times in the university campus. She could not be a harlot. I decided to stop judging her.

Anyways, it felt great to have her in my arms. She had closed her eyes and even I was feeling sleepy in the morning wind. I rested my head on hers and slept. To be honest, I didn’t sleep but just closed my eyes and cherished every moment.

As we reached the university gate, she woke me up saying-“Kya din bhar yahin sone ka irada hai?” meaning “Do you intend to sleep like this all day”. I wanted to say her- yes, or I don’t mind. But, instead, I said sorry and smiled, she giggled on that and we went to our respective hostels.

That day I realized two things-

One, that a girl resting on your arms, trusting you enough for that gives you a far great feeling than all the porn and sex of the world.

Two, that I had just committed my favourite mistake in life.