My love stories: Part seven: Pinky

Pinky used to live in the same apartment block as I did. She was a young virginal eighteen year old. Her father ran a tuition class institute.

One day while returning home we both happened to get down from the same BEST bus. As we were walking towards the apartments, I caught up with her and introduced myself.

The 'friendship' (if you can call it that. I was eight years older to her) grew gradually. I think I befriended her because after Seema I had been without female company for a long time.

Pinky was a chirpy teenager. I guess she ignited in me somewhere deep down, my lust.

She found me good-looking. She told me so. She started visiting me at my apartment (I lived alone).

She used to talk about her father's tuition classes, where she lent a helping hand. She also talked about a guy who was interested in her.

I guess she looked at me as a father-figure, the elderly guy. Or was it infatuation for a older guy? Girls often have that. I really don't know.

I did not have the heart to make advances at her after that. I know if I had tried I could have taken her to bed.

But there was a sort of a generation gap. She was so young; entering womanhood, discovering men. She was so shallow. I know she would have been totally confused on knowing a complex guy like me better.