'Phew...' , he sighed as he finally settled on his seat next to the window in the 3 tier AC compartment to Mumbai. A long journey lay ahead.

He started to notice things around. His hands moving , fingers tingling to find something interesting. The hands went below the berth to discover a used chewing gum stuck to the seat.

Damm!! What were the odds of that happening? Unwillingly, he got up and started making his way to the washbasin. He had to walk a good five compartments to get there. Scanning the people around he was increasingly sure that a long boring journey lay ahead.

He thought he was looking around and he was the one who was observing things but then there was someone who had an exceptional view of him. Someone who was vey happy to be discovered.

'A nice handsome guy', thought that someone. 'It's a pity I cant talk to him.'

That someone was now looking straight at his face, no not face lips perhaps. The way the tongue swirled and licked the lips and the way it survived betweeen those thirty two bastards.

'How I would love to be marraged by that tongue of his!! To get a feel of his lips!!' thought that someone. And then that someone had this amazing feeling that she was being tranported with the guy. She wasn't sitting but had transcended her own self to always have a clear view of the guy as he moved about.

The guy now faced the mirror hanging above the washbasin.

The chewingum was stuck to the hand. He cursed his luck as he tried removing it off his hands , all in vain.

Just then he saw a face, a beautiful face come into the view of the mirror. She was a big eyed girl, with shoulder length hair.

'Whoa!!' he thought. So awed was he that he instantly turned around and stood there facing the girl akwardly. The absurdity of his action accentuated by the chewing gum stuck to his hand.

"Hey!! Are ou done there ???", she asked. " Can I use the wash basin ??".

"Yeah sure.... I am trying to get this stupid gum off of my hand. It just refuses to go away", he said trying to shake off the gum. What happened next was something he wouldnt forget for a long time . The chewing gum as if waiting for that chance jumped off his hands and landed safely on the girl's hairs. Agleaming white spot on her beautiful black hair.

The girl valued her shoulder length hairs more than anything. She got furious. She seperated what she could from her hair, cursed him , stuck it back on his hand & went away in fury.

But then in the end all wasnt bad. There was someone who was happy, someone who ended up with all smiles, safely back on the hands of the guy she so loved. To have him all for himself. At least to look and fantasize as much as she wanted even though if she was just a ChewingGum.

-- Bharath Bhat
-- Abhishek Deshmukh

PS : Bharth and me wrote this thing.
The blue ones were written by bharath
I wrote the grey lines.

With all credits to the professor who teaches us Operations Research.
Had he been teaching good we would have been writing notes rather than this stuff.