“A black mole over the lips usually means, you gonna be getting laid plenty “ - yes, That is what my teacher said , when I said I will be  joining NIFT. 

I said, “No way “ - may be in mind I was also excited about Mumbai, and NIFT.

I remember my first day in Mumbai, that was my first flight too. After a good brunch My aunt dropped me in the college. A lot of people, Students, seniors, teachers, parents and a lot more for the first day.  I didn’t knew any Hindi neither my English was  so good, But anyway, I told my aunt, I will be ok, she doesn’t have to wait for me.. but I was really not ok. 

I didn’t made any friends that day. One thing I knew , I was so scared to talk to any. They all looked so damn pretty. And filthy rich. 

I did talked to one person. It was Akanksha who also happened to be in fashion tech. maybe it was that, she sat near me and asked me something.- which I clearly replied “ Yeah I don’t know what you are speaking.”

A nail to my self esteem, was from a speaker, who addressed the orientation. Where he asked, “ how many of you think, you are dressed up for a fashion college. ?“

I truly think he meant me when he said that  . I was looking so similar to Nawazuddin siddiqui in the Raman-raghav 2.0. while all my peers were looking so ready to be in a lead role in the next Karan Johar movie. 

The very next day my brother came from Delhi. And I told him “chettah I don’t belong here. I can’t be here. “

He told me. “Yeah you fucking do , you don’t even know these people.  let’s go for shopping. 

I don’t know what he really meant by that. That day, he made me walk a lot , try a lot of clothes. He made me cut my hair. And bought me a sneaker. Also a gym membership card. “ well all I could say , that he  always knows better. 

To  be honest  next day was different.

Gym Was pretty good, I met a fine young lady there, Kanika, Kanika didi. Well she was older than me. Married once , divorced. No children.

Every evening she will wait for me. So we both fat ass can workout together. morning she comes to my hostel for a walk, which I skipped mostly everyday.

She makes the best French toast, she even taught me the same. She really knew the town. 

Back then I never had a drink , beer or even a cigarette. She does everything, she had a lot of friends, who always said I was cute, well that’s all they all says. 

One day deedi was so drunk, and called me to a nearby bar(I forget the name). I took an auto from hostel to the bar And I saw she was in a corner table , with lot of food and more than 4 beer bottles, and I am sure she had something hot too. She was looking in her phone, she didn’t even lift her head up to look at me .

Later she said , She didn’t want any of the men in the room to know that she was that drunk, and her way to do that was leering to her lock screen on the phone. 

Some how I managed to get her out of the bar. But fun fact,  I can’t drive a car.   Which she or me didn’t realised, after I tucked her in the front seat. 

Yeah we took a Uber.

And when the Uber came , I had to run back to the half closed bar to get her purse, which she left. When I got back , she was already in the rear seat.  I sat with her, telling , this is the last time. I coming to pick you up……..She grabbed me and kissed me on my lips.

Yeah that was my first time. And it felt good

I didnt said anything , we made out all the way back to Kharghar in the cab

And in her lift. and In her living room, later the bed room.

The day I had my first kiss, I had my first sex. I was excited , still I am

In the morninng I waked up near to her, she was already woke , and was combing my hair.

Then It was something we did everyday.  

Later I got myself a closet in her apartment. So that I can go to college from there.

It was the amazing  3-4 months I ever had. She taught me a lot of things.

We smoked weed , we went on night drives, went to shoppings together.  Even she tried to teach me how to drive a car, well that didn’t went well.

3 months later she told me she is going back to Australia to live with her fam.and asked me, : do I have anything to say to her.

I said no, nothing.

On the day , when I dropped her at the airport, she gave me a hug. Asked me again, Do I have anything to say. 

 I said, “ No I don’t , I don’t know. Maybe bye didi??”

“ Really didi ?  “             She just smiled and gave me a kiss. And said , “you know you have black mole on your chest too” . 

“Yeah I know….. Call me. “