The train pulled further and further away from the station, till Luxmi was nothing but
a faint dot in the distance.
His heart sank beneath the floor of the train carriage. He felt like throwing up and
couldn’t tell if it was connected to his emotions, or to the samosa he had bought from
the food-peddler at the train station.
His mind kept going back to their first conversation. How nonchalant she had been!
Tom had pointed out the Rajasthani men with colourful turbans and moustaches that
thinned out in the end and made a comment about how uncomfortable it must be to
kiss a man with such a thick moustache.
“No toou-uch, no kiss…only puck,” Luxmi had said in broken English while making
a circle with thumb and index finger touching on one hand, and using the index finger
of the other to mimic the act of sexual penetration.
He had wanted to take her with him, right there and then. He had wanted to touch her
and caress her face softly, to let her know the meaning of tenderness.
In the 5 months that he had been backpacking in India, he had never met anyone like
She had an attitude and a fearlessness about her. Like she had been through the worst
and she had the ability to scratch any pain away like it was a skin irritation. The onyx
black kajal lined her almond eyes, making their whites stand out even more.
“When you go bak to Uh-Mer-Rika, dun forget me…” Luxmi’s voice echoed in his
“ If only she knew…” thought Tom.