When I was in Russia, I had a friend, Natsia. She was also my
neighbor. She was a student. This is her first time to meet an Indian. My
language was very poor, but she loved me. I was in a visiting visa. Every
morning Natsia come in my house, on the way to school. In our garden, thre was
a lot of beautiful Indian flowers like rose, Dalia, Jamanthi ,mandaram ,thulasi
etc..planted by my aunty she was a Doctor in a Russian Hospital. Natsia liked
this flowers. She spend a little time for watching these flowers not only that
she also consider me as a flower. One morning I was preparing an accounting
book, suddenly I a heard ringing voice of my door bell, I went and opened the
door that was Natsia, she entered and sit a chair I also took a chair in front
of natsi. Her eyes were twinkling, lips were shivering.
“what happened Natsi” I told.
“Nothing but….” She murmured.
What happened this girl I thought?
After some gloomy moments she took my hands. And said
“please give me a kiss”
I wondered!!
Because my culture don’t allow it, In India ladies and Gents
keeping a distance every fields like Schools,colleges,working places and even
in Buses and public meetings. Indians don’t like mingling the opposite sex.
That was only allowed for wife and husbands. Suddenly a small river flow
through my blood. After some time a smile flowered in my lips.
What can I do;
My face stooped.
A smooth breeze come and flow surrounded by us.
