Amitabh Shankar
I wanted to gift myself an evening full of love and passion with her. She was to leave for her native place to attend her brother’s wedding the day after. It was about being for a fortnight alone, and it was impossible to live for a moment without her and her memory.
I wanted her to be with me for an evening and she was turning down my requests all the time. Writing an e-mail to her full of emotions was the last resort. My room partner used to call it blackmailing tactics of mine but I used to do it every time I felt like, without compunction. And I wrote one, she was subjugated and she obliged.
I left the office early and picked her from her office. She had to do some shopping, of some artificial jewelry, to match with the cloths she had to wear on her brother’s wedding. And we went to the South Extension. There she looked around the jewelry, she liked some but found the price unreasonable and decided to leave without buying any. I offered to gift her one but she refused to oblige and we left the place.
We decided to go to Pind Baluchi for dinner, a restaurant in Lajpat Nagar, which was probably sealed later. I don’t know if it is still running or not. We had a nice time over dinner. Being from a state bordering Punjab, she kept me telling about the Punjabi culture and the food and their dress and all.
After dinner, we headed to the JNU, the place which I like most and which is also a lovers’ paradise. Sitting on that Partha Sarthi Rock, earlier also we had enjoyed the serenity and the silence of that place. Fresh air and the peace of mind that comes with it adds to the romantic ambience. And this was the place where…
The security guard posted there did not allow us to go to the PSR saying you can go only if you have an I-card and we were not the students. So we decided to go on a walk on the campus. I parked my bike at a secluded place and we went for a walk after the dinner. It was late in the night and not many people were around. We took the east gate road, on which lives the vice chancellor of the university, and very few people take that road.
You need to go on that road to know how beautiful it is during night. The line of trees on both sides and the vapour lights which light up one moment and goes off another make for a romantic setting.
We were talking about everything; about love, relationships and ourselves.
“I don’t know why everyone I talk to proposes to me?” she said.
“When did Varun propose?” I asked.
“How do you know he has proposed to me?”
“I know, it takes just a little of common sense to know that.”
“Hmmm… He proposed to me last night through SMS. I don’t understand why everyone I talk to proposes to me.”
“Because while you ensure that you don’t carry anyone’s tag with your name, you get the tag of being available.”
“My being ‘available’ tag doesn’t mean that anybody comes and takes me along. I think I will have to stop talking to every man.”
“The man you won’t talk to will have his hands around your waist as I am having and you will walk with him alone on these lonely roads.” She giggled.
We had gone too far and she said we should return.
We were talking like always. My hands one her arms and I kissing her all the time on her cheeks, arms and neck. Somehow she left me behind and an idea clicked in my head. I went behind her and put my hands around her waist and lifted her. I was myself surprised by my prowess as her body did not brush against my body for a moment and I lifted her beyond a feet from the ground. She was so surprised that next morning she asked if I had really lifted her or she was just dreaming.
I put her down after few seconds and started walking along with her. Walking by her side was so exciting; I wanted to do all the wild things.
I caught hold of her chin and pulled her lips towards mine. She resisted, half-heartedly though, “Amitabh, Amitabh…” And the next moment our lips met. It was for the first time that I had planted a kiss on her lips. As we parted, she lowered her head.
It is impossible to read a woman’s mind. I don’t know whether she was angry or happy or what but I said sorry.
And as we were walking back again, I put my hands on her shoulder and our bodies pressed closer to each other, and closer … and so close that it ended up in a deep hug. My hands slipped on her back and ended up cupping her butts and then it rose to slip inside her T-shirt. It was soft and slippery like butter inside. Her hands on my back…
And in the dead silence of night, amid heavy breathing of two souls, the sound produced by the rubbing of the zips of jeans was quite audible in the forests of the JNU.
If ever I pass that road again, I still do hear the reverberations… I don't know if she too listens too those reverberations...
12 comments:
Mr Shankar.
Those who know you know that who is the person you are talking about and it is not in good taste to write something like this about someone who has been so close and nice to you .When she came with you, she went with full trust in you that whatever was transpiring between you two would always be kept a secret. Believing whatever you are writing is true, and a segment of your fantasy. It is utterly wrong to write in this way just because your relationship has gone awry .The writings are poor commentary on your traits and your credibility.
Mr Shankar.
Those who know you know that who is the person you are talking about and it is not in good taste to write something like this about someone who has been so close and nice to you .When she came with you, she went with full trust in you that whatever was transpiring between you two would always be kept a secret. Believing whatever you are writing is true, and a segment of your fantasy. It is utterly wrong to write in this way just because your relationship has gone awry .The writings are poor commentary on your traits and your credibility.
Hello Author,
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bhatiya,
ur criticism is welcome and i wd have loved to drop u a reply if u had left ur e-mail address. but seems that u dont want to own up your own words and therefore u didnt leave ur address.
the author
hmmm....it's really difficult to write this type of stuff but i can understand ur courage...now what i like most is dat u r so honest abt ur relationships....mr. anonymus..it's just becoz amitabh has writeen this u put a tag into the writing...what abt the lov making scenes of celluloids...the shobha de's n taslima's.."bhoga hua yatharth".I agree that at some level we shud respect womens as we do in buses or trains..but can u answer my one question mr. anonymus..the girl who is in question here would ever hear that reverberations....if not then this piece of writing is absolutely justified....
Nice crafted literature well said..
.U have done all this so well that is even very difficult to express. It was really nice... We need more such interesting incidents . So keep going ... Best of Luck
You know wat Amitabh. The first thing that comes to my mind right after reading this piece is that the air around me is thick with love and affection and add a dab of passion to it, it becomes nothing less than a cherry on the cake. Unlike many pseudos im not the one who'll be shy of admitting that passion is equally important...Passion or intimacy is the acme of love. From the words that you've doled out an effervescence of love and respect for the girl comes to the surface. Guys, please, its not everyday that a guy will say sorry to you after kissing you the first time...and yesss, one very important factor that people have forgotten that its a piece most innately written...its raw emotions but beautifully structured...GIVE THE DEVIL HIS DUE GUYS!! Most importantly, the author has decided not to toe the line much.
Also, You could have done much good to ur piece Amitabh had u acutally also highlighted the importance of the nonchalant things that u did...like the way u mentioned the conversation about punjabi culture and food....people in their restlessnes and prejudices have just seen the physical intimacy but not understood the significance of this time, which no matter how nondescript, is the binding force in a relationship. The time for ur intimacy may have lasted for only few minutes but that bonding sans physical touch is what a couple remembers for a long time..the time u spend on bike-when brakes are applied suddenly and she, caught off guard, falls against u...these are the things that a couple laughs over, ponders over..
And never forget, to portray a sense of physical intimacy is always tricky and especially when a girl is involved...in that respect i think u've not trespassed ur limitations...being a woman myself i was overtly sensitive to the girl's feelings here but i think u passed my litmus test...so in the end all i got to say is KUDOS....i';ve thoroughly enjoyed reading this blog....it impregnates me with a new hope...a new sensation to ride high on the tides of love.....and yes last but not the least..ur dictionary is wrong...a word called INFUSED does exist lallu...
Yeah wen i go thru it I understand wat u wanted to say. Its the experience one goes thru. If u ve gone thru it u ll know wat Amitabh wants to say nd can associate with his feelings. Its not abt a relationship gone awry or sour it was about something more deeper with its essence still lingering on. And that feeling or the experience of it Amitabh tried to recreate by writing in his blog. Well done
Amitabh,
I read ur well written romantic or for some erotic article.
Dear, I concede one has the right to express whatever he/she wishes. But as far as intimate movements are concern, one has to keep restraint over publicising it.
Amitabh,
I read ur well written romantic (for some erotic) article.
Dear, i concede everyone has freedom of right to expression. But the intimate movements (as per my views) shall not be publicised.
Though it's not blasphemous but still it offend people. As the comments above shows.
All i can say,
aacha likhte hai aap.
You write very well.
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