Pebbles

"I sing better than Amar Bose, right ?"
Kumar then looked at his Biscuit with a mischievous grin.
Waiting Biscuit to react.

Waiting to see his Biscuit's flaring nostril with a touch of vibration of her facial muscles followed by torrent of laughter ..."Kumar, my rascal, you are a great bichhhu, teasing me again!"

Kumar was eager to see her deep black eyebrows arched doubly over in a mock anger, rushing towards him and planting a slap on  his face .A slap that has nothing to do with violence but a deep inner connection, adoration that was almost childish, girlish.
 
Kumar , an adorable rascal, her blisskey , her bikis.
Runa, his Biscuit , slender, elegant , wheat coloured in a bun, graceful in a way that was enormously soothing to his senses .
Runa was exactly the way Kumar had her once in his dream.

Was it a dream ?
Did he meet her ever ?

 [.. to be contd..]






 

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