“Are you afraid?” She didn’t sound drunk
It was weird to let a girl ask you shit like that but I bought it for the for the sake of the moment – THE MOMENT……….
I didn’t say anything
She took my hand and kissed it. Weird again…roles interchanged..A guy-girl thing turned into a girl-guy thing.
It was all too weird for me, but I went on
“You know what the last joke I heard was?” Her mood was turquoise now, she even sounded funny.
“It was about a guy who confessed in the end about having a kid like pleasure stick. And when his pants were pulled down the girl was in awe and all she could manage was – oh it’s cute’- ha-ha” She burst into a giggle but I could feel her shrieks
“You know my last guy had a monster in his pants. He made my jaws drop the first time. I could give up the idea of sex before I could spell it. Hey you know the only good thing about sex is that it’s easier to spell”
I couldn’t say anything. I had nothing to say
“You aren’t a pushover, are you? You couldn’t be one. Anyone but you..No way!!!!”
The Sunday morning rain was falling again. I remembered a song by Maroon 5 – “Sunday morning rain is falling, steal some color and share some skin”
Is it always about sharing some skin? Why had there been a hush about it and why had it become so important for me to share my skin.
The rain wasn’t harsh. It was a pleasing tale bringing tears to my eyes.
“Ain’ it cold here? Maybe not colder than you but still hurting”
No words were uttered for minutes, each minute dawning upon me like a lifetime.
I could sense her softness; her calm eyes demanding an explanation of my subdued conscious
I had a sudden urge to cuddle her up but I doubted whether my embrace was going to keep the cold out
I felt like bursting out and confess but I wouldn’t
She was a bird, feathers springing out of her. She was almost weightless. Her smile held promises of century and tales of forgotten past
“Are you worried cos she might come to know that you have a mistress?” And she again burst into a never ending laughter dissolving in the rain
It was weird to let a girl ask you shit like that but I bought it for the for the sake of the moment – THE MOMENT……….
I didn’t say anything
She took my hand and kissed it. Weird again…roles interchanged..A guy-girl thing turned into a girl-guy thing.
It was all too weird for me, but I went on
“You know what the last joke I heard was?” Her mood was turquoise now, she even sounded funny.
“It was about a guy who confessed in the end about having a kid like pleasure stick. And when his pants were pulled down the girl was in awe and all she could manage was – oh it’s cute’- ha-ha” She burst into a giggle but I could feel her shrieks
“You know my last guy had a monster in his pants. He made my jaws drop the first time. I could give up the idea of sex before I could spell it. Hey you know the only good thing about sex is that it’s easier to spell”
I couldn’t say anything. I had nothing to say
“You aren’t a pushover, are you? You couldn’t be one. Anyone but you..No way!!!!”
The Sunday morning rain was falling again. I remembered a song by Maroon 5 – “Sunday morning rain is falling, steal some color and share some skin”
Is it always about sharing some skin? Why had there been a hush about it and why had it become so important for me to share my skin.
The rain wasn’t harsh. It was a pleasing tale bringing tears to my eyes.
“Ain’ it cold here? Maybe not colder than you but still hurting”
No words were uttered for minutes, each minute dawning upon me like a lifetime.
I could sense her softness; her calm eyes demanding an explanation of my subdued conscious
I had a sudden urge to cuddle her up but I doubted whether my embrace was going to keep the cold out
I felt like bursting out and confess but I wouldn’t
She was a bird, feathers springing out of her. She was almost weightless. Her smile held promises of century and tales of forgotten past
“Are you worried cos she might come to know that you have a mistress?” And she again burst into a never ending laughter dissolving in the rain
8 comments:
gud one yaar...the language and the writing style is particularly gud,...:)
GOOD ONE..:)
`really a ood one...i wud cll it one of ur best writings wat i hve read
nyc 1...
inspired 4m a personal expernce???
a tale told honestly... dark and beautiful...
Uttam
kuchh bada likho.. achchha to likhte ho
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