She sat there in one corner accompanied with a male friend. She was wearing a pink top with that
glitzy design on it and shorts that suited her most. She looked beautiful in that. The visible glow
on her face was speaking for itself that how happy she was at that time. I guessed that the male
friend might be her beloved; realizing that I had all the reasons to envy him. They both looked in
their 20s and had their college bags sitting silently right next to them. They were sitting close to
one another, just like any other couple would sit like. I was somewhere mesmerized looking at the
girl, she was a pure beauty. Her face was like an undecipherable dream: too simple and to straight
to make any sense.
It was almost evening time, and sun was about to set, the cold breeze in December was setting the
mood of all present there. I could see so many faces around, most of them were couples. Enjoying
the cold weather I decided to run a little more extra that day. It was a regular habit for me to go
for a running session at this place but, today was something different. My timings were changed.
Unlike always, I was present there in evening instead of early morning. May be that is why I could
see so many faces [read couples] around. I had my ear phones plugged in with Honey Singh been
played, the volume was too high for me to hear anything else. I kept running and after a couple
of rounds I sat down on a bench there. To make a call, I took off my earphones only to hear some
sounds which were unusual to be heard at that place. These were those rare arousal sounds that
one would usually hear between four walls. Some were in high pitch and some in low. I could hear
heavy breathing sounds too. I was somewhere aware of what possibly was going on behind me
and those shabby looking bushes. I just wanted to be sure of what I heard.
Like nothing happened, I left from that bench, with my ear phones plugged in and started to run
again. By now it was quite dusky but with enough visibility. Intentionally I took the track which
would take me exactly opposite of those bushes I heard sounds from. I was there, looking at
those bushes. I could see a couple there. They were close, very close. I could see that the boy was
not wearing a shirt and female version of same piece of cloth was also missing from that girl’s
body. She was half nude. I was little bit ashamed of what I saw. It was an unusual scene for me;
especially beyond by bed room.
I could see their tongues, met and fought urgently like two sparrows fighting over the first piece
of morning bread. I could see when he cupped her breasts. For a moment she gave a loud moan.
I was breathless for a second. Was this all happening in real or was it all my imagination. But
the very next second I realized it was not my imagination. With me were standing another set of
people who were astonished looking at the intimate love making scene in front of them.
As the couple broke their kiss, I saw the face of the girl. She was the same girl I saw sometime
ago. But the beauty and purity on her face was missing by now. The couple looked at me and
other people around but seemed like it did not matter to them that other people were looking at
them. Boy took the girls face and started to kiss her again, followed by girls hand running over
her man’s bare chest. A lot happened in next ten minutes, by now I was wondering of what was
happening and at same time trying to avoid looking at the couple. In moments time I could see
something like kissing frogs. I was ashamed by now but, not the couple. They continued their job
and I left.
It was a coincidence that when I was leaving from this place, I saw this couple too leaving from
there. We had an eye contact for a fraction of second. I gave a flat look whereas on the other hand
they seem to be OK with what I saw and what they just got over doing. I could read on their faces
that it did not matter to them at all what happened and who saw what.
But something strange and unusual happened when they came out of this place. The guy took his
bike and girl walked till the gate. The moment they crossed that wall of shame things changed
drastically. The girl now had her face covered with a handkerchief. I was amazed to see this. I
was questing myself on what I just saw. A young lady who was seen intimate with her boyfriend
just few minutes ago by everyone felt the need to cover her face. So suddenly and in such
When she was there inside, near those bushes, half-naked. Been looked by so many strangers,
moaning in a public place, feeling the pleasure of man running all over her body- she felt no
shame. Nor did the man feel any shame but the moment they were back into normal life they felt
The girl then had a handkerchief around her face; the boy had a helmet on his face. On bike they
sat as close to each other as they could. There was even no space for air to pass.
What was it all about? Was this girl so bold that she could let her man run over her all in public
and not face the other set of public seeing her sitting on a bike with her male friend? Was this
man such a coward that he could see himself and his girlfriend become an object of laugh among
public but not been identified by other set of public?
I kept standing there, thinking. Thinking about the mere fact that how things work in this open
society. A young girl who looked beautiful can shed of her shame when across a wall and fight for
the same nature of shame when crosses that wall. With all dark around including my thoughts. I
am yet to find an answer of What She Was Ashamed of?
P.S: With this post I am not trying to raise finger on any female in terms of been shameful or
anything of that sought. My idea is far bigger then that. All I want to point out with this post is
how perception of an individual changes and how mindset can differ in two different situations.
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