Somewhere in Delhi,somewhere in a cubicle the tap quenched a bucket’s thirst whose throat turned bone dry while her clothes fell in an unprotesting heap in a corner.
She unclasped her hair & the shower sucked in its breath when Her raven coloured tresses tumbled sensually down her delicate shoulders,free at last, from the French Knot held tight by a clip.
The first mug full of water spread hungrily all over Her….leaving no curve unexplored.Drops of water reluctantly slid down her shapely nape, caressing every inch of Her….as they went down.
Lot of stirrings in the bucket,as each drop of water rougly pushing the other out of the way & climbing onto the shoulder of the next to catch a glimpse of Her. The emptied mug bent down & whispered naughtily into the eager ears of the next scoopful of lucky drops while the rest impatiently waited for their turn.The lather of Her favourite soap that smelt of crushed roses was blessed to stay long enough on her body to peep & have a look at those flaming Lips before the jealous water droplets could rip the clinging soapy lather & wash it off Her.
Images flashed in her mind…Him getting caught in the heavy downpour of Mumbai…His car breaking down …His tedious walk for hours in chest high waters….His taking refuge in an abandoned auto parked right in front of a stench filled public loo…His helplessness at watching two dead bodies float by….His conscience pricking him hard when His female colleagues called Him, requested Him to pick them up from their stranded spots & drop them home….His feeling of desperation of being trapped like a marooned sailor on a desolate island,encompassed by water & lashing rains that slapped Him hard on His face for having forgotten Her. And so,before He could stop Himself,His fingers had already dialled those familiar numbers.
Her voice, poured into His ears, traveled through his bloodstream and turned into liquid fire that sent His temperature soaring.Was it His imagination or had she acted like Brandy to Him,coz He was shivering in His soaked clothes no more.Was it madness or an animal urge that He wanted to ravish Her,then & there?
Carefully masking His raging thoughts behind sentences that Airtel connection broke into pieces & relayed to Her & before she could ask anything,His fone went dead in a city washed away by the demonic rains.
And now,while She bathed….She wondered…She turned on the shower with full force to drown the conflicting thoughts that tormented her soul.On one hand,she knew she’d promised herself no more calls to Him & yet His new number stood out enticingly on her Call List.On the other hand,She had to know….oh damn it!She knew only too well-how His body gave in to fever everytime the Kolkata rains played havoc & the Mumbai rains were no different.
While the jets of water from the shower lapped & licked Her to their hearts' content, She tried to decide.
Next it was the Lavender towel’s turn to cling to Her while her mind strayed on undecided moors.
And it was while changing Her clothes did Her impulsive nature take over & She swore to make just one last call to Him.
And it was while changing Her clothes, that She got to know from His friend that He had Pneumonia.
The crumpled towel on the floor lay laughing, happy that His rival was in a hospital.....
24 comments:
ummm....felt as if i had too many chocolates....for the first time....i feel i'm kind of speechless....coz the picture is gettin clearer as the description is gettin more vague!....n' i'm sure that towel.... was definitely made by a man!
wow...just put up something on the same lines...not the same thought, though :)
wow....so well written.....amazing....visualization is too gud.... :)
First time here! That was majestically graphic ;-) especially the towel part in the end- slam dunk!
just how do u manage to write so beautifully??!!
wow!!
Too good man...
*stands up and bows*
..good one ther...
again, passionately written
very well written!
Hmmmmm
After recent quarrel with sanity, I stopped blogging. After stoping to flush my brain, I stopped thinking about sanity.
Having been the lost orphan of bits and bytes, residing in the shades of the nobody who is everything to me, occasional peep in to your place makes me SICK.
No offense to you, it just makes me sick of me making a fool outa myself. Makes me sick of dreaming about nothing and being happy in the dreams.
hmmmmmm
Emotions. Bloddy Emotions. Why donot they engineer humans not to havem. Robots are better :)), if they are bug free ;).
K. Am sorry. For taking mucha ur space. Since I stopped bloggin, I rarely find a restroom to slush, when I find, I donot stop :))
Getting critical.
Yeah you do have a very good skill with your pen.
BUT.
Rewrite once you are done. Words are diamonds, I agree, but too many diamonds become an eyesore. Tweak it and make it shorter.
Keep Playin
BTW, whts ur name. I know whts in a name?, Yet just to get to know the name of a person who is pushing me to insanity AGAIN :)). Just that mine is Physical and NOT Meta :)).
I guess dropping by your blog can become habit forming :)
Those words play on the senses. I like the tune they play. If this was a true story,
I hope he is safe. If it was your imagination, I hope you pen down more of it.
Dont know if I should commiserate, condone, confute or expostulate. I guess I shall merely extol the beauty of your words and not delve into the mentations. :)
That was fan-bleeding-tastic. The picture was jus so clear. Awesome!!
First time here, checked some of your old posts and I absolutely like your writings. Keep it up.
nice work dude/dudette.
thanks for droppin by my blog.
honestly, your style of writing is not among my interests; sometimes i dont even get it.
however, i would add your blog among my favorites.
She said to all......
Strangers' inc->Quite a delicious thought,that my words melted like chocolates in ur mouth.
The-think->Thanx buddy.
Gaurav->Glad that i cud 'wow' you.
Rahul->Wonder,if people are in favour of the towel or Him.
Vidhi->Itz simply a jugglery of words.
Neverland->That was indeed a very nice way of describing my piece of work.There's not much fun in revealing myself to the world.
Aberrant->Herez a ladylike curtsy from my side for appreciating me & my work.
Zuluboy->The Oceanic waves were always known to be tempestuous.Expect nothing less than volatile passions that rage throughout the stormy nites while the ships get tossed in the turbid waters & the lighthouse flashes in protest.
Born to dream->Thank u dear.
Vish->Do not ask my name,let me remain behind the curtains.Let me remain unknown coz i want to write unrestrained...
Wonder how i am driving u to insanity?
First rain->Sometimes facts can be stranger than fiction.I leave it upon ur imagination...to guess whether da write-up is a fictional one or not..
Handful of hell->Hidden behind a cloak of heavyweight words, peeps out an innocent admiration frm ur side..which i acknowledge with all my heart.
Rohit->The waves welcome u.
Sen->As usual,u fired me up...time to wield the pen yet again..
Display name->Welcome to my World.
Dewdrop->Ecstatic,that someone took da pains to rummage thru the dusty writings.U shall understand my blog better coz There exists a continuity betn. my posts & random reads can make a crystal clear blog appear abstract.
Goodwill hunting->I dunno...maybe i can play with words.
Vikas Kaul->Honoured!That i managed to break into a different world & yet managed to leave behind footprints on ur blog in da form of a link.Btw, this was the dudette answering u
im here fo' d first time.Read thru this post,n couldnt resistreading your previous ones.Awesum stuff..really love d way u write..!!
keep it up..!~
first visit here n u have blown me apart.
brilliant writing is all i can say
no wonder stranger is found here too.
nice relation between the towel and the man.
will keep coming back
so, there are two people writing this blog{she said..he said...mm..interesting!}, i would guess. correct me if i am wrong.
She said--->
Iconoclast->What is Life without a pinch of description?
Pearl->Pleased as punch that u like my writings.
Dhruv->Stranger is indeed a regular visitor of my blog,happy that u hav found ur way to this blog too.
Vikas kaul->Bingo!there r indeed two people who let their emotions flow on this blog.Two people who are not in touch thru emails/sms/fones but only in touch thru this blog.
Khaza->Herez a bear Hug to u dear,& not to forget the kisses as well.Dont ask for a treat for da 25 comments on my post-itz merely a silver jubilee...therez still da golden jubilee left ;-)
excellent storytelling!!!
The way you have portrayed those droplets is sensual and brilliant .. You know how to tickle one's senses alright ;-) .. But too good :) And it's something anyone can understand too. Nothing way beyond english language, but still conveying your thoughts :) Keep going ma'am !!
Bugs->Story telling is an art but without a good listener, even a good story can turn into a damp squib.Thanx for appreciating me.
Vijay->Well,i let my imagination run wild & it led to the birth of a story abt. droplets that managed to turn sensual when they saw her!& not to forget the towel as well ;-)
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