My love stoies: Part Eight: Asha

Asha was plump and short. The type I hate extremely. But she had nice curly hair and a beautiful face.

She told me later that the moment she saw me for the first time, she had fallen in love.

I had remained friends with her for many years. I used to visit her home. She lived with her mother. Her father had died when she was small. I guess that is what made her fall in love with me. My gentleness and strong sense of empathy. May be her father like that.

I was not interested in her. But after I drifted away from Seema I felt desperately alone.

I called Asha over to my house one afternoon. I guess she expected that I would make love to her.

I tried. We kissed hard. She began to feel aroused and lay down on bed.

But I could not make love to her. I did not find her attractive at all, mentally or physically.

Soon after she started seeing dating an Anglo-Indian guy. Asha was a practical girl. She was not going to waste any more time on a guy who was not interested in her.

Years later I received her wedding card. She was marrying the Christian guy. I felt nothing.