My love stories: Part Four: Kirti and Jalpa

When I moved to Bombay for my college, I ran across two girls. Kirti desai and Jalpa Aggrawal.

I do not know why but the moment I saw Kirti, my heart said that this was my soul mate. I used to stay awake at night thinking of her. I painted her in all my favourite hues and colors. And I got the picture of the perfect woman.

But the picture started cracking soon. I had drawn a figure of kindness, love, emotions and sympathy. Kirti was anything but that. She was a proud and haughty daughter of two doctors. She was intelligent but like the rest of the girls had little use for a sentimentalist like me.

I believed true love would wash away all my woes, my imperfections. I would get a reason to live. To live for love.

But real life is anything but that. Love is a very scarce commodity. Pure, unselfish love I mean.

With Jalpa Aggrawal it was hardly a mating of souls. She was a very physical girl. A few gropes in her car and some hard fondling of the butt and it was over.

Jalpa never appealed to me. Not by mind nor by the body.