December Sunshine

My cell phone abruptly rang and I fumbled my hand around to find it. The cell made my bed vibrate, I was about to ignore it when something made me attend it. The voice on the other end was familiar. I could recognize it even after a zillion years though it had been just a year when I last spoke to her. She wanted to meet me. I couldn’t believe my ears. We had not spoken at all after I proposed her last November and she couldn’t find an acceptance to it. It was difficult to talk after that. Don’t know what makes her meet me now.

We met at this mall where she greeted me warmly. Like two old friends catching up, we started warming up with our whereabouts in the last year or so. She hadn’t seen a good movie in a long while and wanted to catch up on a rom-com. So there I was standing in the queue looking up for some nice movie. Luckily, the weekday promises you best seats at dirt cheap prices. I’m generally the quiet types at movie, totally involved in the story, replacing the hero and putting my current crush as heroine ;)

As the movie progressed, I felt a twitch in my palm. I saw her slowly pushing her palm on to mine, and then she held onto it. Her touch was amazing. For a moment I saw myself out of that hall and into some valley of flowers, just two of us and the tenderness of love, emotions and flowers. I didn’t react and let it be. After the interval, the touch was even more intimate and the feel much warmer.

“Though I’m really dumb at this, but I’m all ears”, I said.

“For what?” she asked

“Well, its quite suggestive and definitely leading me into this corner where I’m quite clear what it should be, but I will still give you the honor of expressing yourself”, I quipped.

“I guess, I will like to take it forward..”

“Take forward what?”

“Where we left”

I really had no clue to this riddle. What exactly she wanted to start, yeah a start, coz there was nothing that ended, to really take forward.

“I did like you but some how just couldn’t accept it for I had to deal with a lot of other stuff…” she said with her eyes finding her soul, buried deep in the ground.

“I realized over this time, that even those 2 line chats with you, would make me happy, and those funny antics of yours, always made me smile before I slept each day. I have missed all of that….  I don’t know if it’s right or not but I would like to give it a shot.

I couldn’t stop smiling. Crap, I really am a smiling damned villain, why can’t I just keep a straight face in a deep emotional situation like this.

“What?”

“What ….??”

“What are you smiling at?”

“I dunno, I mean I dunno how to react to it…I mean so are we dating each other now, I mean we are a couple now, I mean we have a future that I can look forward to…..”, crap, straight head dude, straight head.

“Lets meet in the evening at the “Palette Pal”, its kinda deserted and we can have a great space to converse”

“Ok!”, I didn’t know how to bid her a bye, should I shake hands, or kiss her, peck her cheeks, or just a hug… she made the better choice. She put her hands around me and made me walk till the road. Those 10 steps, you bet, were like a walk in the clouds. It was a journey I would never like to end. The softness of her palm, the tenderness of her fingers, and the warmth of that touch, it was all so mesmerizingly beautiful.

We met in the evening. Conversation kept flowing with the coffee and it really did for the first time. Smiles, chuckles, laughters, blushes, silences, stares and of course the conversation, everything happened on that table that evening. Time flew by and she had to leave. The same jeopardy mocked us again. How do we good bye? She didn’t help me this time. She started moving towards the road. I followed suit.

As I walked, I tried reading her thoughts, and they buzzed loud in my ears.

“why cant he kiss me?.....”

“he could have hugged me…”

“if not a hug, what bad was holding hands while walking….”

The rick stopped, and just when she was bout to board I pulled her towards me. My left hand ran up her waist, and I ran my right hand backwards from her forehead. I held her neck, twitched it a bit, her lips opened in anticipation….

I made a fang of my two fingers and massaged her spine down her back. Slowly and carefully, as I moved down, I pressed my fingers on her spine, that pushed her closer to me. Just when she was beginning to give it away, and her spine reached the tail bone, I moved my fingers away, before it became awkward for her.

I let her lose. She hurriedly sat in the rick and away she went. I was smiling and I knew she was smiling too.

Today the sun shined bright in my life...

P.S.: The Couple are blind, devoid of the sense of Vision, their other senses make it up for that loss.
Just in case you didn't get it while reading or watching the suggestive pictures. :)

SHE with HE

This was a relationship with a difference. I was free to be with anyone and SHE didn’t want anyone. No strings attached yet invisible strings existed between us. A bond truly carved from outside this world, which defied logic and yet epitomized a utopian relationship, platonic in words yet realistic in existence.

I remember, the other day when I had brought home this gal from my office; Natalie. She was a beautiful hot chic not detesting one night stands or casual flings. We were in the resting area and I was sure that SHE was in her room. But I had nothing to bother. This wasn’t the first time and like every time SHE wouldn’t question, SHE wouldn’t say anything, SHE wouldn’t mind; all that SHE would reflex was a sly smile that meant “Loser” for me and “Not again” for her.

There I was on the couch, kissing and caressing Natalie when SHE entered the resting room. Seeing us in that situation, SHE wasn’t amused but Natalie for sure was surprised. It was difficult for me to explain the complexity of this symbiotic existence to her and for Natalie; SHE was an “another” woman.

Gosh!! It wasn’t amusing to me as well.

Natalie banged the door on me and barged out of my place, me running after her, but in vain.

I came back exhausted and dejected only to find HER smiling as if she connived to get me in this mess.

I looked in HER eyes and they had this sly smile, mocking at me. She burst into laughter and ran in the bedroom. I followed suit.

I caught hold of HER and rolled onto the bed. I stretched both HER hands and started biting HER softly like a dog whose bone was taken away from him.

SHE kept laughing at it.

After a few mouthful bites, I stopped, SHE stopped laughing too.

We looked deep in each others eyes. SHE was beautiful and I knew it. The threads pulled us together again. Our eyes were locked and soon the lips too.

Cuddling in the bed, kissing and caressing, I pulled HER tee down HER shoulder and softly nibbled them, moving up the neck, then the ear.

The ear did it. The hand like a laser guided missile moved further down, to feel the curves. They are always at it.

I looked at HER again. There was silence this time.

“Get over me”, she said. “Or you’ll end up like this all the time”

SHE was right. I always ended on HER.

To reason is to find an escape route. I didn’t want to escape from this reality, the fact that I end up with her and that I’m content in this precarious relationship that is inexplicable to common senses.

I don’t want to get away from the reality of this perfect abode where “SHE is with HE”

She is Beautiful

She is beautiful.

Sitting across the table in that cafeteria, I could not take my eyes off her face.

There is serene calmness on her face, well composed posture and every word of the few uttered, was a romantic rhapsody. Her smile is elusive. It reminds me of all those moments I have spent with her, memories forever.

She is beautiful.

Often, the breeze would make, that strand of her tress, caress her soft face and she would not make any attempt to show her resentment against its audacity. But I felt interrupted; I had to have a full look of her face, with all her attention. I slowly held that strand between my two fingers and pushed it back to where it belonged. Her eyes lit bright and a minute twitch of the lips, suggesting a smile, which meant that she, liked the gesture.

She is beautiful.

We were involved in our conversation, when this sultry seductress passed by us. I blinked, my eyes quickly checked her out, assessing the highs and lows, I blinked, and I was back into her eyes. A sly smile, in its most diminished form, is what I mite have had on my face, but she is unfazed. Her calmness is serenading and serenity still pervading on that table for two.

She is beautiful.

Holding her hand, I feel, protected, comforted, loved, cared, inspired and motivated. I could spend an eternity here at this table. We weren’t talking yet the eyes had so much to say. They have been busy all this evening. She shows no fear yet the fear resides, it looms largely in our heart. We have caged it there and yet it affects the faculty of our mouth.

I blow into her face…

She is beautiful.

We decide to go for a stroll in the park nearby. I held her. She rested her head on my shoulder. Her touch is nice, her touch is cold, her touch is sweaty, and her touch is loose.

She WAS beautiful.

Mumbai Tales

I fought my way out from the crowd, every one of whom wanted to be the first to board the bus and somehow managed to put my foot firmly on the footboard of the bus and held the rod tightly. My eyes meticulously started scanning for a vacant seat. It’s a time bound game, where your mind and body have to be there agile best. The mind has to interpret, the data at hand, at lightning speed, and the body has to quickly react with the processed data. Result….you get to be seated in the ever crowded “BEST BUS”.

This is Mumbai meri jaan, where life is a mechanized system of well defined parameters and the output is nothing but a lethargic self who earns his bread and butter from the sugar bowl of the country.

I managed to get myself an aisle seat, right side of the bus. The bus halts at the next stop and then moves again. A white Tee and denim clad gal, crosses my seat and sits across my seat on the left side of the bus though 2 rows ahead. I can’t see her face coz her silky tresses were left open to bedazzle the lethargic mortals of the bus by their free flight in the breeze.

I’m trying, making my eyes make impossible angles to get a look at her face. Desperation…..

Then I get to see her hand….the opposite side of her palm had a scar on it. Looked like a burn scar. I kept looking at it. It fascinated me. I was thinking about the story behind the scar, the events that would have resulted in that scar, the story of the gal who has this scar, and how her face looks like.

The ticket collector called “Master” in Mumbai came to my rescue and played the role of my best friend. She turned back to take her ticket…..What a beautiful face she had….. Yet she had an ugly scar to her hand. I was forced to recall a dialogue from Hamlet where Shakespeare said that even if a thing is very beautiful, one spot, mark, or scar can taint its entire beauty and take away all its credit. Though this was said by Polonius to Ophelia and in context of a girl’s chastity, it holds true for all beautiful objects. We do disregard a beautiful piece, even though its 99.99% beautiful.

It was an instant attraction. I was in love with that scar laden beauty. I kept looking at her scar until she decided to get down on her stop. I missed her for the rest of my journey.

The scar remained in my mind all that night and I kept recalling the picture of her hand, her beautiful face and the silky tresses.

I was returning from work the next day, fought my way again for a vacant seat, and by a strange twist of fate, the girl is again in the same bus. The scar catches my attention again, though her hair was tied. It’s strange, banging into the same gal for 2nd consecutive day. I felt a connection, and a strong urge to talk to her. But I didn’t want to be termed a pervert. India is still not for a guy like me who has a clear conscience and clean intentions. We live through lot of social taboos.

The scar is holding my attention again, it’s a beautiful scar. Yeah I like it. I want to hold that hand, and allay all the pain associated with it, mitigate her fears and give her a smile of mine.

She gets down on her stop, taking away my attention.

I have never seen her again. The journey continues…
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I hear these chuckles of a kid coming from the front of the bus. Then I hear some laughing, then a scolding, and some more laughing.

A spastic kid sitting in front of the bus is catching people’s attention. Few morons scolding him for they cant understand him.

I’m fascinated by his world and amused by the happiness he was exuding. He was crowded by some 50 odd morons in that bus including me, but that didn’t bother him. He was very much in his world, thoroughly enjoying it, and living every bit of it which none of those morons did. I had stopped it long back.

He spoke to himself, telling himself about things which amused him; he would laugh, chuckle and then get silent. He looked at things with lot of curiosity. A sense of wonder would grasp him, something that his senses could not comprehend and the other morons never bothered to understand it.

He would tell someone about something and would either laugh or get silent at the response of his invisible friend.

Fascinating….

I’m jealous of him. He has what none of the moron’s in that bus can ever get. He holds the secret to life, and is very subtly, giving it out too. We are too stupid to even get a bit of it.

I’m jealous of him. His happiness is choking
I’m jealous of him. His world is such a wonderful place to be.
I’m jealous of him. He has a friend to talk to.
I’m jealous of him. People don’t bother or deter him.
I’m jealous of him. He has not lost his sense of wonder.
I’m jealous of him. He is what he wants to be.
I’m jealous of him. He is intelligent and he doesn’t have to prove it to anyone.
I’m jealous of him. He has contentment.
I’m jealous of him. His soul is free of vices.
I’m jealous of him. He holds no pretences.
I’m jealous of him. He has not lost his smile.

I’m jealous……