Her beautiful face a bit annoyed, mine a bit apologetic and embarrassed. This had been my 30th kick but the scooter still hadn't shown any response, and it was with an extremely brave and resilient heart that I was still able to look up at the face of my new girlfriend.
She did not smile.....I smiled.
Her face was growing cold and angry now. Mine looking more pitiful, helpless and ashamed as ever. I had kicked it 50 times by now and slowly my friends and fellow students gathering around had started to make a mockery of us, joking and laughing from a distance. By now i had started planning to abandon both my scooter and my girlfriend and run away to some dark and isolated corner where no one would be able to see me....
She smiled.....I did not, could not smile.
Pride, self importance, ego, showed on her face. Mine showed tragedy, disaster. I had no strength left to kick now, and with a bleeding heart, I saw my biggest rival Pankaj come in with his Karizma, offer her lift and zoom away with her; leaving behind a cloud of smoke for me to hide myself.
He drove her to Cafe Coffee Day and I, after the smoke had subsided, with a broken heart and a bruised ego, made the long walk back to the mechanic...
