Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Knickers and Love: Part 1

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“Open up!” She screams.
“What do you want?” I scream back.
“Open up now else watch how I get you screwed.” 
I sigh and get up. 
Some people just don’t change..

Sania stands in front of me. She looks beautiful in the sari mum purchased for her. She looks grown up. It’s weird. 
She barges into my room. “Ah, look at you. You look like a tramp. Do something with your hair for heaven’s sake.” She says, picking at the strands of my hair. 
“Let go of me. What do you want?” I push her away and stare at her angrily. 
“In case you remember, Rahul’s coming over today. You better behave.” 
“Fuck off Sania. You’re the ill mannered bitch.” I scream.

“Girls! What’s going on?” My mother walks in. 
“Nothing” The two of us say, together. 

“So, no telling Rahul that I cheated on him while he was away.” 
“What else?” I ask. I knew this was coming up. 
“Nor are you telling him that I peed in front of the boys that night just to show them that men don’t rule the roads.” 
“And don’t even mention about me removing my knickers and dancing on the table!” 
I stare at her. 
She, my sister, was unbelievable! 
“Do you get it?”
“Yes, now get out.” I say.
“And yea, please wear something good. Don’t embarrass me today at least.”

I flop on to my bed as Sania leaves. I hoped that she fell on her head cause of those high heels that she was wearing.

But no, Sania didn’t fall, and no, Rahul didn’t relaise that there was a devil inside her.
She did her sweet routine, batting her eyelashes at him every now and then, and laughing at every lame joke he cracked. 
My devil sister managed to work her charm, and soon the sweets were distributed.
I was happy. Finally she would be out of the house, and I would not have to live with her. No more torture, no more of having her around.

(to be continued)

Monday, May 21, 2012

Caressed (Part 4)



News came. I don’t know how I heard it, but I did. And I couldn’t digest it. It couldn’t be real.


I stand in the corner wearing a black dress. It’s raining. I let myself get wet. I can’t go close to anybody. George is lying in a black coffin, far away from me. Soldiers surround the coffin. People salute as the coffin is buried. I can’t see it all. I run away to the woods and remain there, just hoping that George would return somehow. 

Months passed and so did years. 
George always said that time would heal the pain. It didn’t. I loved him and I still do. 
He left but he gave me a part of him. 

Jake holds my hands tightly as we walk to the graveyard. He’s four. It’s his first visit to his father.
I kiss the grave softly and tears start filling up my eyes. Jake sits down on my lap and wipes my eyes. “Dad is looking at us mom. We have to be brave like he was.” He looks into my eyes and kisses my forehead. 
The sun shines on us. The light highlights Jake’s blonde hair that was cut short. Just like his father’s. I hold him tightly and we sit there for hours. He was just like George and he is ours. 
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Love,
Philo 

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Caressed (Part 3)..



I’ve known George since I was seven. We grew up together. Later, I fell for him. But for him, I was nothing apart from a neighbour and someone who he ran to when his assignments needed completion. He was rich, spoilt. He had girls all around him. We lead different lives. And then, one fine day, he left for his training. We hardly saw each other after that. I tried to forget about him. I went out with different men, but no, none could get George out of my mind. And so, I am twenty-one and have liked just one boy. 

“Aren’t you scared of dying?” I ask. 
“I’ve learnt to let go of my fears. With time, everything heals.” He holds my hands as we walk.
“When are you leaving?” I ask him. 
“In two days.”  
We walk in silence after that. I want to remain that way with him, besides me. I don’t want him to leave. 

The next two days pass by very quickly. I spend every second I could with George. We spent the days roaming around, swimming in the waterfall, going for long drives and making love. By the end of the two days, I knew every scare of his body, and he knew every curve of mine. I hadn’t given myself to any other guy the way I gave in to him. 

My heart skips a beat when you come close to me, and when you put your arms around me, I can’t breathe. I just want to stay that way, not wanting to let go off you. 
But you leave… You let go off my hands, and turn away from me. You leave me scared. My mind goes blank. My heart-empty

I watch George fade away. He turns back to look at me, but I can’t see him. My gaze becomes hazy. I run into the washroom and stay there for hours. 

Months passed and there was no sign of George. We were all worried. The radio was on all the time. News kept coming about all those who died. I kept my fingers crossed and hoped with all my heart that he wasn’t next. I had to see him. He had to come back to me. 

He wasn’t scared. But I was. I didn’t want to lose him.
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Coming next: Final part

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Caressed.. (Part 2)


George.
Yes, this boy made me go weak on my knees, and gave me goose bumps and butterflies at the same time. The last time I forced myself away from he, he left. And I secretly waited for his return. And now he was back. 
I braid my hair and tie a ribbon around it. Slipping into my new lace dress, I dab some powder on my face and slip into my heels. 
“So you really are back.” I say, on finding him waiting outside my room. “I thought of giving you another chance actually.” He winks at me and offers me his hand. Looking past his hand and taking my eyes off him, I walk away.  
The evening passes easily, though I had a bit too much to drink. I tried to keep myself away from George, but it was next to impossible to do so. I kept looking at him. The blaze of the fire highlighted his blonde hair that was now cut short. The white shirt fit him perfectly, and his smile… My eyes refused to move away from him, and my heart couldn’t stop fluttering. 
“Fancy a dance?” He lends his hands out to me and breathes into my ears. Without any hesitation, I bury my head into his arms and sway to the music. “I missed you.” He says looking down at me, and lifting up my chin. His lips felt warm as they touched mine. We danced the night away. He later carried me up to my room and put me off to sleep. 

“Kate! George is here. Get up” My sister screamed into my ears once again. “Why would I want to see him?” I cover my head with my blanket and kick Mia off my bed. “Cause you, Kate, kissed George last night.” 
“What?” I sit up on my bed and stare at Mia. “I kissed George? When?”
“Don’t tell me that you really don’t remember a thing” Mia grins at me and walks away. 
“Send him away please.” I yell and fall asleep once again. 
Why did I drink so much? Why was George all over my mind?

I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of the stones hitting my windowpane. 
“Hey Kate” he grins at me.
“What do you think you’re doing on top of a tree at this time of the night?” I yawn and pull down the curtains, hoping that he’d go away. But the sounds didn’t stop. 
“Be careful. You might fall.” I say.
“I’m used to all of this.” He says, as he climbs into my room. 
“My father will kill us if he gets to know. You do realize that, right?” Avoiding my question, George pushes me on my bed, and comes over me. “The last time when you ran away from me, I was on top of you. Where will you run now Kate?” He looks into my eyes and I hold on to his gaze. 
I don’t stop him from kissing me. I run my hands over his bruised chest and back. I let him warm my body. We cuddle into each other and spend the entire night just being with each other. 
“I love you Kate.” He says in the morning as he slips out of the window. I close my eyes, unable to believe what all had just happened. 
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Part 3 coming up next.
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