Archive for May, 2011

A Dawned Reality?!

The city of Coimbatore has always been an educational place for all the young aspiring lads of the country. There are numerous educational institutions and premier institutions around the city and there was always a whole galore of boys and girls in large numbers speaking varied languages and different dialects.

In this same city on the national highway that connects this city with the other cities of Tamilnadu, there stands a much known educational institution of management, which was home for many students at a given point of time. The college had so much of life about it; it always looked like a fair with some or the other meet and college functions happening.  There were many stories that revolved among its students.

An old library building, it is so silent that the gloomy look of library gives you a shudder to enter in its complete serene silence…but the Librarian at the desk performing his task with few heads pondering over magazines and books beyond comprehension….!

The book rows stands out in the dim light and with the combination of the sunlight that is passing through the glass windows from above gives the place an heavenly odor….!

A lone slender figurine stands at the rack of books on world history and lost in thought. She is actually looking for a book of reference and not able to find…she had found it when she was there yesterday. Yesterday, yeah if he had not intervened as usual would not have left the building without the book and would have worked on the assignment.

Half-hoping he pops up again and half-hope of not to make him appear, she intensely looks at the books stacked. She is looking at the book, reading through the name of the book, the author, lost in them…did not notice the guy behind her almost close to her breath.

A hand clutches her left hand with vivid power that it actually aches…she turns around with a sudden shudder that runs through the whole body and looks at a person who stands taller than her and with the shoulders that can rest a troubled face and ease away the pain….looking at her teasingly.

She almost would have let out a shrill cry but recognizing him to be the person she had half-heartedly wanted to be there…she gives him a sly smile, looking into his brown eyes and an enquiring gaze.

She raises her eyebrows seemingly to ask him, “What are you doing? People are around and there is the librarian.”

For which, he replies, shrugging his shoulders, as if he is not bothered and does not care…with a louder teasing smile.

She says, “So what now?” with a gesture of her other hand. She had not struggled to let go of the hand that is being clutched.

He says, “Come closer, with a gesture of his eyes…and nods his head”

She gives him a sly smile and tries to move away from him, realizing all this while he was actually holding her hand.

She looks at her hand, his and then looks into his eyes. He is determined; he gently pulls her closer to him. She stumbles a little and then falls into his embrace and there seems to be no hindrance.

His embrace tightens and she finds herself resting on his shoulder as if nobody else’s business but hers and does not want to leave the warmth and the smell of him engulfs her. She is slowly losing control over her and he seems to stiffen his grip…then she wakes from her dreamy state and struggles to get out of the embrace.

Then, only she realizes how tight his grip is…she struggles in vain, with her pleading eyes she looks at him and he is just smiling at her helplessness. She tries to free herself; he is trying to gripping his control.

She pleads him and lets a soft cry, asking him to let go…!

He says, “No…stay this way”

She says, “No, let go…”

He says, “No, stay this way…”

She says, “NO…”with a louder voice that could attract a crowd and pushes him hard away from her and finds she is fighting with the air around and sitting awake on her bed.

She is shaken by this dream; she has not had erotic dreams as this since she got a changed status in her life and taken over more responsibilities of life.

She looks around for her bedside alarm piece and finds the clock striking five o’clock, an hour earlier than her usual time of wakefulness. She looks to the other side of her bed finding her husband sleeping blissfully without any awareness. Thanking god, for such small mercies, she knocks off her blanket, ties up her long hair into a knot and walks out of her bedroom.

She opens the door of the adjacent bedroom and finds Mira peacefully sleeping. She does not want to wake up her up; she closes the door, when she finds her trying to cover itself up with its blanket in vain when her motherly love pulls her closer to her.

She covers Mira with the blanket, tucking it along the contours of the bed; she slowly closes the door and walks off. She opens another bedroom door across the room and finds Parthi at his study table, trying to read through some text book.

The sound of his mom makes him respond a fraction of second earlier than his mom.

“Mamma, you up so soon….!”

“Hmmm…da. What are you reading?”

“I am trying to catch up with a history test today. Why should we read about some stupid tablets the King put up all over the place and followed some stupid religion after giving up war and conquering…why should we read all this story…mamma? It is so hard to remember them.”

“Son, unless we know what people ahead of us did, we would not be able to decide what we want to do and which is the right thing to do. So it is always necessary to know, what is good and what is bad and what other people did before us…! It indirectly tells you a lot of things. If you are not able to remember all the things that are being said…make some little imagination to what you are reading and make it interesting for you to read and enjoy….!”

“But beware you don’t carry off your imagination so that you forget what you are reading. Will get you a glass of hot milk…” Saying thus she walks away from him and her cascade of hair falls on to her shoulder making her look prettier than any women of her age………..!

“Don’t do that…leave it nah. You look beautiful this way…” this echoes in her ears and is stopped by its utterance and as if in a trance she is stalked at the door step.

“Mamma….Mamma…don’t do that…I keep telling you and you keep doing it….”

She is out of her reverie and finds her son looking at her fondly…she just nods her head as if acknowledging his request and walks off into the kitchen and sets the milk on the stove for a quick boil…!

Looking at the boiling milk she gets lost in the tiny splutters in the milk…!

It had been ages she had woken up to a dream like this…this was just not a dream, it was a part of her reality speaking to her from the past. There was so much fun and frolic in those days of college. She had been in her teens and was always full of life and kept lingering on the mind she spoke with.

She used to be the darling of the college and had a lot of fan following but none dared to make an effort to tell her…but there was this one person who did and that made a difference to her life as of now. She recollects the days in a flash, when she is distracted by a sudden movement at the kitchen.

She finds a shadow move closer to her from behind and the shadow places it hands on the kitchen slab clutching her from behind placing his arms rightly intermittently with her own arms and his breath is right close to her ears….the hot breath mixed with his smell…is making her heady and there he is uttering some words into her ears and she is not able to make sense of what he is uttering……….!

He slowly moves his hand to her hair and removes the knot; she now mostly does this act of her more as habit than a necessity…! Down goes the cascade of hair, soft and silky wobbling with the sudden effect of tension and it drapes her back beautifully with a swing…he rests his face on it for a second and moves closer to her ear to speak into it.

He is giggling and talking into her ears…“You know, I am reminded of the day when I clutched you close to me in the old library building of ours…I wish I could just travel to that time and hold you the same way. What say, darling?!”

She just laughs out aloud and turns around to cover her face on his shoulder and finds peace within…the embrace that lasted a lifetime and many more!

Fondly, I remember the good old days…!

Small things in life used to give me great pleasure and a sense of satisfaction in the days that are gone by. Now, I have all the affordable comforts of life but still I don’t have the time to sit back and enjoy these days….

I remember my school days with reverence to them as I have my fond memories locked in there. I still remember the days, when I used to listen to the Vividh Bharati before leaving home and setting my watch to the time that was just read out….

I used to eagerly wait for the new film songs to telecast and wait till one song to be played. Listen to few lines of it and then leave however late it would be to school. The few lines would run in my mind and I would wait another day to hear the same few lines and wait eagerly for Saturdays and Sundays to listen to them in complete. But as fate would be stronger, I would not be able to hear them and it would be a Monday, when I hear them again.

There used to long and unforgettable debates on our favorite stars at leisure periods of school or during the breaks. The discussion used to be about varied topics of these movie stars, their upcoming films and songs that made your heart churn to the melody, new posters, their costumes, the heroine make-up, and a whole lot of aspects of the movie.

The Doordarsan serials, programs on DD2,the cricket matches, the Olympics, the games in summer holidays, the trips to hometown during holidays, the unknown relative marriages, the weddings of Akka’s, Anna’s, neighbors, uncles and aunts, the glory of talking to classmates, the long walks to the school and college. All these were fun.

Now, we get all that one desires for, new movie clippings, new DVD’s, CD players, mMP3 players, beautiful computer systems that play multi-media.

But where is the fun in waiting for the glimpse of your favorite hero, the new posters of the hero, the magazines that had loads of cine news, the cricket commentaries for the matches you can’t see, the long wait for the world cups, the glimpses of your sports star, the tennis matches, the tennis stars, the cricket matches during the final exams, the cajoling you get to do to your mother to watch them, and the final approval from dad to watch for few over’s and then back to the books, with intermittent scores or over’s…

What fun it used to be!!!! And to top it all the discussions about the bowlers and the strikes made by players on ground….with friends the next day!!! Watching the few over’s at a near-by friend’s house during breaks and the announcement of the score card during the physics and chemistry labs…asking a friend to run home and get the scores, the unnecessary leaves to watch matches, movies, and the songs that used to be played on those small and elegant tape recorders.

The happiness of noting the songs that we like on a piece of paper and getting it recorded on a TDK or Sony cassettes from a recording shop. The 90 minute cassettes and the 60 minute cassettes, calculating how many songs would accommodate in each, the blaring speaker radios on the events of the politicians, cine actors, birthdays and death anniversaries on the street corners, the fading sound of a long forgotten song travelling in the air in the mid-afternoons when you are deliberately asked to sleep to avoid the sun on summer holidays, the long runs in the backyards of the house, the scorching heat and sweat never minded.

Now, leaving the comforts of the house is a real problem. No kid wants to play in the sun, they want be in the air conditioned rooms and the sophisticated video games to play with. The fun of munching into a raw mango right from the tree branch plucked and wiped on the dress to wash off the dust and mud. The raw tamarind buds, the unripe guavas, the sapotas, the tender coconut water all from the gardens of the backyard and those competitions for the ‘Fastest Tree Climber’ title. The street corner games with marbles, tops, and try to beat the local guys in those games, it was a whole lot of fun.

The long lectures from grand mom and grand dad about playing with the local kids and the scorching sun, the unkempt promises of not playing with them the next day, the sneaking out of the house to join the gang, the small film strips lying the roads, the collection of small match boxes, the collection of stamps, the collection of one rupee coins, old rupee notes, different envelops, foreign currencies, flowers, and those small things that looked different or amused you.

Those stories and tales from grand mom and grand dad, of those days, the pre-independence days, the stories of the days when a whole gamut of kitchen groceries could be brought with just 5 rupees, the temple feasts, the stories of ghosts and spirits that tauter you in the night after everyone has slept and you cling to your grandmother and sleep tight till the broad daylight. The joyful rides in the city buses to the town to buy things that are necessary for you, easily available in the city.

The movies in the theatres that had only benches to sit and watch the screens with an L-shaped torn in the centre, the vendors selling peanuts, murrukku, the bad-tasting cola but fun to drink, the small kulfi’s, the salty ice-creams, the sonpapdi that the old man used to sell when he comes to our house lanes late in the nights ringing his bell, heard from far away lanes, waiting for him to arrive at your lane.

Surround the chimney light and ask for the better portion from the bottle, his murmuring that everything is the same and later he gives in to satisfy us. Those were priceless star-studded nights.

The clipping that always missed when you got up to wash your hands after a round of scolding from your mother after dinner or a meal, or when you mother calls you to stir something in the kitchen, or when you run to pick the clothes in the backyard when it starts drizzling, the fun in doing everything right and still watch the small clipping that appeared between breaks.

The Chitrahaar on Wednesdays, the Rangoli on Sundays, and the other regional language movies, the Fauji serial, the Buniyaad serial, the Humlog serial on weekdays used to be good and you always looked forward to watch it unlike today’s serial that are full of Saas-Bahu or Some break-up relation or someone taking the role of Sakuni and getting disorder in the family.

Those programs had a message and talked of the wealth of a family, the happiness in living together. The serials such as , Shanthi, Sukanya, teri kahani nirali, Udaan-A story of female IPS used to talk about the strength of women in a natural way. These brought out the goodness of being a female and how she can also be equal to a man. Then the legendary series of Mahabharat and the Ramayan by the two giants in the Cine field, Ramanand Sagar and BR Chopra films, were great entertainers….

The Doordarsan short films such as film on togetherness, the film on the importance of obeying the railway crossing, the importance of educating a girl child, the importance of family planning, those small and imperfect in today’s standards of film making were real good and it was fun watching them and they still etched a mark in your brain.

The books such as Amar Chitra Katha, Tinkle, Tin Tin, the cartoon shows on DD, the Tom and Jerry, the Duck Tales, the Lonely Tunes, Mickey Mouse and Goofy, The Squirrels, The Mooglie of Jungle, The Charlie Chaplin comedies, and the Non-Stop Nonsense series.

Everything in life has a price; we gave up these small pleasures to be more comfortable and happy in life. With it came the advent of technology and more advanced features of life but none in comparison to the small and pleasurable deeds that we used to do. In vain, we lost the very essence of living it right… childhood.

As the Crow Cries, A Soul Wanders!!!

I can hear it plead and cry its plight
No different than mine…!!

Perched on a branch far away from the maddening crowd
It calls for the peace that it lost
In this concrete jungle and its lifelessness
It longs for the greenery and the bushes that it could roost on

I am also lost and desolate to find
A new abode, for the one I have does not entice me.

I knew a day would come when I had to leave and go
But sooner the better is I thought
Till the day came, I could no longer take it
Felt like screaming and crying aloud as you do, dear bird.

I understand your plight, for no one can see…
I understand and resonate the same with you

The world’s a no place for me and you…
But at least you could sit away from them
And laugh at the miseries and lifelessness…
What do I do? I live amongst them and don’t know what to do
At times, I feel it was better to be what you are…
Then only I knew what you were up to…

You could poo and fly away
I had to bear the flood…!!!

                                                          – KK

Unconditional Love

 Destiny brought us together
But mysteriously keeps us apart.
We just can’t be – you and me.

Our ships moored in opposite seas.
There were a million miles between us.
Fate had played an ugly game.

At times I reach out and can feel your presence
Other times even when you look at me
It feels like you were not even there.

Your lips were so close to mine
But something, perhaps commitment to another,
Kept you from such a selfish indulgence.

So many boundaries block the way.
Yet we search in the dark for each other,
But obligations hold us at bay.

Yet I love you no less than if you were mine.
I’ll take you with me all of my days,
With all the love a heart can carry.

A heavy but smiling heart, in hope, 
That the same thing that keeps us apart,
Will bring us together.

Someday we’ll be – you and me.
If not in this life, in eternity as free souls.

Footnote : Was chatting up with a good friend who is going through a relationship crisis. While talking to her realised everyone goes through a nostalgic phase in life. Some people, some memories, never die. The memories linger on and fill you for a long period in your life. Here is to that ‘unconditional love’.

Photo Courtesy : Getty Images

Abode of Love


“Yeah, coming…who can it be at this time of the day? It is about 2 pm in the afternoon and nowadays the post man also does not come that frequently…it has all become email and internet stuff. Who can it be?”

“Amma, How come you receiving posts till…You are still in the ages of 80’s. That world’s changed…Hmmm…for some it didn’t, I guess.”

“Hello, your job is to deliver post. Don’t talk too much. Just give it and keep going.”

Who is it? Who has sent it to me? Oh! My reading glasses, let me see…

She looks at the envelope and finds the sender’s name etched in one corner. It has a neat handwriting and a cursive. Who can it be? Who stills writes in cursive, it was our days of school and college…now tho, I wonder if people even use pen and paper.

She holds the envelope closer to her eyes to take a look at the writing without her glasses. She can’t read a letter, but still she tries. She can’t resist why it is being addressed to her.

Then, her eyes at one blink catches a letter of the name…it says and looms larger in her eyes ‘C’. Her heart skips a beat.

Oh! Can it be him? What date is today? What month is it? What am I, 60 already? Isn’t my birthday next month? Oh my god, what’s happening?

The world around her swirls, the room, the chair, the tables…! She stumbles, holds to the furniture next to her…it seems to be moving.

She falls into chair, lost into a deafening thought. The words echo…

It is a depleted building on the hill station; she had chosen the spot to talk to him. She was there before him as usual and waiting for him. He came after she had already waited for 20 minutes. He was smiling and brimming with life and full of expectation and hope.

She knew he was expecting her to accept to the proposal he had put forward some days ago. But she had other plans for him.

As soon as he neared her, she blurted out… “Listen, things are not that easy as you say. It is really difficult I tried hard. I spoke about this to my parents as well, they did not agree I can’t do this. It is better we split and I don’t want to see you anymore or talk to you.”

“Hey, I thought you going to say something else, anyway, no worries. You go ahead finish up all your responsibilities. I will wait for you. I will wait for you this lifetime and many more. You won’t find me gone anywhere. You come back to me and that’s a promise I make to you. You are free to go.

Go, Go…Go, no harm done. I am good.”

She turns to go further and stands for a second listening to him…she can’t go. She is stuck. She is stuck by the words. She runs back into his arms and holds and cries on his shoulder…she cries out aloud and holding him she weeps.

He just lets her to cry to her heart’s contend…after what looks as if an eternity, she slowly regains herself and looks into the eyes that are looking at her intensely and passionately.

She wipes her eyes and looking at him says the inevitable, “At the age of 60, I will certainly come to you. Just mark my words, I will be there with you and no one will be able to stop me then. I am coming to you. Wait, for me.”

And she runs wildly in to the wilderness and gets lost in the civilization of the life too. To till this day she did not know that she could even be remembered for so long.

How long it has been? How long has it been? Oh! How many days and years have passed by? Almost about 25 or 26 years have passed by.

Can he remember all this till now? Has he been waiting for me still? Does he believe it is still possible? Haven’t heard from him that day? How did he get my address? How did he know I was still alive?

Alive, yeah he is ….and he remembers. A strange feeling passes through her and she does not know what to do. She goes to her desk and picks her spectacles and cleanly opens the envelope with her trembling hands.

She can’t stop her astonishment and her luck and on opening she finds an invitation card that reads,

Welcome to my ‘Abode of Love’

12.03.2036, 6.00 am

I invite you to my abode of love and waiting for your presence to fill this place with all the love and pleasure that I had missing.

I don’t know whether you would come or not, I am still here.


No.21, Avenue Hilltop

Fern Gardens


Phone: (04542) 6758902

Mobile: 09673489210

She reads it and falls, into the reading table chair and her mind is reeling the past. Not knowing what to do and how to approach this happening of her life. She looks in to the mirror and finds a girl of late-twenties smiling at her. Her white hair replaced with shiny black hair flowing in wind, unconsciously she puts her hand through her hair and a smile spreads across her wrinkled lips.

Tall, smart and handsome (part -5)

A strong beam of sunlight crosses their path and intervenes between their faces and they both close their eyes for a second. She tries to open her eyes and take a look at him, no the ray is blindfolding, she is not able, trying again…again…and again, but no, she lets go of her hand and guards against the beam held across her forehead to look into those eyes.

She sees nothing but a pale white ceiling and the fan running like a tired deer, in slow motion…she does not understand. She winks her eyes, the same no change.

She gets up on her bed and understands it is a dream and the same dream again. She sits silent for a while and wonders, “why this dream always ends there and why she can’t see the entire thing…and dream installments?”

She clears her head with a knock on the right temple and says to herself- “If this wasn’t a dream she might have seen that smile, that face, that eyes somewhere in my work life and they all have come together in a dream…there isn’t so much to be carried away. A simple dream in an extra-ordinary setting…!”

She looks at the full mirror on the dressing table; she looks at her eyes, checks her figure, looks at her face and then gets on with her usual routine life, selects a dress for the day and sets on with her morning rituals and gets ready for the day ahead.

When she approaches the breakfast table, her dad and mom, see her as angel walking towards them with a beautiful smile and a contended face, and the beauty that cannot be missed and makes you see one more time. The beautiful chiffon saree, with a mild crème and maroon prints adds beauty to the dusky damsel in perfect figurine.

“Good morning, folks…so what’s the food today?” Finishing her breakfast leisurely with few meaningful glances with her dad and mom, she wishes them all a good day and walks off to the portico where her car is parked…!

Her dad looks at her mom and says, “Be ready to welcome a son-in-law, my dear wife…you have gone old now!”

Both of them laugh simultaneously looking at each other with a pride in their eyes; they are disturbed by a sound of a sms…“Dad, stop dreaming…!”

The car leaves the premises with a hand weaving from the window…and the window pulling close…! He looks at his wife and smiles, she wonders what is it? He hands her the phone and goes off to get ready for his daily chores.

On reaching her 10 storey office building parks her car at the basement, walks up to the lift and presses the button of her floor, she notices the second floor button already activated.

The lifts door closes and starts moving up…0….1…2…it stops a female gets in. Both of them don’t bother to look at each other and fail to acknowledge.

The fourth floor approaches and the lift come to halt slowly and the doors open. The woman at the second floor, walks out first and then follows, Sandy…when she is about to get out she finds a guy waiting to get in….the second lady has gone few feet ahead and then turns to find the guy moving into the lift, she calls out…Ka…r…thi…k….! Wait!

Involuntarily, Sandy looks in the direction and finds a recognizable smile flash across the man’s face, just then the lady gets in the path and that pair of eyes that sparkle, tell her something.

She is not able to place the smile and eyes but it spoke volumes to her in that few seconds, she turns to find that her lips also have curved into a half-drawn smile and the doors of the lift closing…the pair of eyes looking at her intently.

“Where did I see those eyes…that smile?”

Approaching the reception of her floor, she looks for the register as a regular practice, not finding a pen, she scans the table, she finds a full page advertisement of a famous brand black car with a Mask of Zorro….!

She looks at the door way and the sound of the lift closing by….and in a flash she gets the smile, the eyes, the face…she unknowingly smiles and dropping her bag on the desk runs to the lift…the lift drops by …3…2…!

All dreams don’t come true…but wish certain of our dreams come true and some dreams to remain a dream!

(…The beginning!)

Tall, smart and handsome (part-4)

Her dad comes in and sits on her study table and waits for her to come in completely. She just waits at the door, comes near him and sits on the bed. Both of them look at each other and smile…why is it difficult to talk when you want to?

She looks at him once again and smiles, he does the same and then clears his throat and starts off with whatever he wanted to tell.

“Sandy, I have never seen you so confused or so lost. What is the reason? Is there any trouble or anything like your mom expects it to be?”

“Dad…Dad…There is nothing that I can tell you right now. I agree…I am confused. I…I…I don’t know where to start…and what to tell you? – She starts hovering around her bed and moving up and down the room, with her hands in the air and confusions in her talk.

Her dad just looks at her, thinking what can possibly go wrong. Is my wife correct, is her intuitions true…what am I to do now?

“No…No…No…” – Looking at her dad, she knows what’s running on his mind.

“Sandy, see there is nothing to worry. We are here to help you, kid. Tell us what it is. You have the freedom to do what you want with your life. We have never come in between your choices and wishes, so it will be even further. Just tell us, we would never make you succumb to our desires.”

She runs to her dad, and holding on to his knees she says, “Dad, I need some time. I am sure I am messed up. But I want to handle this myself. I want to come out of this and it is going to take some time…maybe a day or two. I promise, I will be all right. I assure you there is nothing to worry and there isn’t anything that can hurt me or us. Believe me; a little cleaning up is all that is required.”

Her dad, placing a hand on her head, for a minute looks into her eyes and then getting up from his seat, he says, “Sandy, if that is the condition, then it is fine. But remember, your mom and me are with you in every decision that you make.”

“Yes, dad, I know I can count on you people. Thanks, dad for being there. I will be myself in a couple of days!” Nodding here head, she says, “Good night, dad.”

“Good night, Sandy!”

Closing her doors, she lies down on her bed looking at the ceiling and moving along with the fan running clockwise, she seems be hold on to her thoughts, drifting off into her own dreams…!

A beautiful castle with a pathway decked with flowers and different kinds of trees on both sides…she is walking along the way, with a lot of birds chirping and singing… air heavily laden with heavenly fragrance, the rays of light playing hide and seek …slowly she walks by engulfing the surrounding.

The castle stands tall and strong, winning lots of battles and magnificent telling many a tales of victory. From the watch tower she sees that same familiar face, yet again bright and handsome. She looks at the face that has become so handsome and tiring to attain, she misses to see the right hand extended to her as if asking her to run into it.

The door of the castle has a bouquet of wild roses in a bunch. She looks at it and then looks at the face, she gets acknowledged by a nod, she lifts it and smells it; it has the same heavenly smell, making her giddy for a second.

She gently pushes open the doorway and finds a spatial garden strewn in front of her and a winding stairway in the center leading to the watch tower. She walks gently up to the stairway, climbing each stair with care.

At the end of the stairway, she sees the face at a distance so less to walk by and too much to run by. She waits for a second there and looks at him, so why has he masked himself even today? Why does he not remove it? Oh! God just once.

Without, she realizing it she utters, “Why do you mask yourself?”

“Oh! No, what did I just say?”

“Why don’t you want to remove them yourself…or should I?”

“I (Smile)…I…I…yeah for sure, I want to…I want to…hmm…see your face….Yeah, I do”

He just gives her a beautiful smile and she thinks – “Oh! The smile could take away a thousand hearts and be silent forever. Why do you want to torture me so? Now, why do you smile so beautifully, my hear is melting…!”

He just nods at her, slowly she just drifts towards him pulled by the magnetic force…she is just a few feet away from him. She can hear her heart-beat in her ears, the bangs against the walls of the heart, the heaving of the breath…and the distance slowly reducing.

She puts her left hand into his extended right arm, moving closer that their breath is intermingled at the centre. She gazes on the face and smile that is giving her immense pleasures that she was not aware of. Then, she lifts her right arm towards the temple and the hand travelling further clutches the cloth that conceals the face, she gets lost in the deep set brown eyes for a second….she is almost there.

The nose bridge is fine, the mouth is sensuous, the cheek bones perfect, the chin perfect, the rough look of a warrior and mingled with a rustic man, the nape leading to the broad shoulders, the arms…So it is the blindfold that hides the whole picture, I am going to be throwing some light on to it.

(…to be continued)