I don't Wear Sunscreen

I don't Wear Sunscreen by Kavipriya Moorthy

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see his
wife proud and more confident. He also enrolled her in the
prerequisite course that one requires to join as a teacher, and he
planned to take a separate franchise, if things go well!
    ***
    Thoughts of Sai would creep in and
disturb her, sweet disturbance though. That one expression where we
lay our eyes comfortably staring an abstract object, and smiling
with a heavy heart when we miss a loved one, even after being
betrayed just proves us human. Feeling inferior, or less than what
we deserve or even whiling away that we deserve much better than
the relationship we went through, goes in vain. If a past
relationship hurts you now, it means you matured over time, but
what was it can never be replaced by any other memory. To fall in
love is human, to betray is also human if you take a closer look at
it.
    Laksha sipped her favorite coffee, at
Barista in Besant Nagar. She missed Pallavi, though she was not
ready to accept why she left all of a sudden. A couple crossing the
road in bike, reminded Sai and his cute and flattering
talks.
    “ Will you invite me for your
wedding?” Sai asked while driving her to the hostel
room.
    “ Gosh, will I? I will not
even meet you by then,” she giggled.
    “ Then who will drop you back
home from work?”
    “ Definitely not you, you
will never receive my wedding card,” she chuckled with a
punch.
    “ Well, yeah, and I know the
reason,” he grinned and she pat his head shying away.
    Good days, she thought looking away
from those in the café, who gave a stern look watching her sipping
coffee alone. “Who comes alone to Barista?” they thought, which she
ignored and felt peace, walking near the beach.
    ***
    2 years passed, and Laksha joined a
mediocre college as a teaching assistant.
    “ Ensure you all stand in
proper queue, and don’t talk to anyone unnecessarily,” Laksha
instructed her students, and walked straight searching her college
students.
    Scorching sun, and it is so hard to
stand in here, she thought and moved to a shade.
    “ Hi, you look familiar,” a
voice approached to which Laksha turned furrowing.
    “ No, I don’t think so, I
just joined this college few months back,” Laksha told, but
something struck her and she was already figuring out
things.
    “ Well, okay, but I am a
social activist for years together, I have been doing this from
school days,” he said.
    “ That’s nice, wow! I was not
at all interested in any of these things, even now, but yeah, as a
college professor I should accompany my students. Have been to one
during my school days I guess and just that,” Laksha
told.
    “ I was not keenly interested
initially, I would just approach beautiful young girls back then
and lately, I started involving with interest and years rolled like
crazy,”
    A small kid approached and handed over
a small tube to him, “Sir, sunscreen lotion,” he said and rushed
away.
    “ I don’t wear sunscreen, do
you?” he asked.
    “ I don’t,” she said and
smiled.
    “ Am Prabhu, and
you?”
    “ Laksha” she said and their
eyes met!

    ***The End***

Epilogue
    How will I ever tell you? -
Pallavi

    Pallavi –Software Developer,
read the ID card that I wore. I had a very tough day, and I walked
out of my office and traveled back to my hostel in OMR. I crossed
the colleges to reach the other far end of the district, where I
stayed in an apartment. Yes, I crossed the “Nurture – play school”
that Laksha’s mom runs, that was yards away from my
office.“ Hmmm ,” I
told myself feeling a sink as if my heart dropped an anchor deep
down. I felt heavy.
    “ I am near you, will we ever
meet? When we do, will I ever have the guts to talk to
you? ” I was talking to Laksha within me.
“ I can’t forgive myself for what I did to
you, but maybe, you will definitely forgive me, if you get to know
the truth, ” I said to my Laksha who is
within me again.
    There were two cute kids
playing with each other, they resembled the ease of being together,
feeling nice

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