It was that time of the year. The start of the new academic year was surrounded by the aroma of new books along with the excitement filled in children, only to leave in a couple of months.

Lakshay was suddenly crowned with the title of being an adult now, as he was preparing to start his tenth standard. Whatever he was feeling is hard to point to in the emotional spectrum. He was not nervous, not excited, just existing.

The next day commenced with vague sun rays caressing the beautiful patterns clouds formed themselves in. Lakshay was going to the market to buy new textbooks when he saw this girl wearing red, bold lipstick. ‘She looks like a dream’ he thought. Lakshay found himself in a state of enigma, where he couldn’t get that image out of his mind.

He rushed back home, literally sprinted, took out a red lipstick from his mother’s almirah, and put it on. His feet approached the mirror. He was suddenly moved to tears as soon as he saw the person in the mirror. It was as if for the first time in his life he could relate to the reflection he was seeing.

Lakshay’s state of awe went to ruins when his mom came into the room and started shouting at him, calling him a disgrace and what a shameful act he committed. He ran to the washroom, to get the mere fragments of pigment off him. The red lipstick failed to stick.