Waiting to Inhale

  Sep 6 2007  | Views 425 |  Comments  (15)
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Waiting to Inhale…

 

 

 

I met smita after a long interval, whenever I am back in her life; I see a subtle change of wisdom in her.

 She twisted her short nose, a little stout at the end, well rounded at the corners and a diamond on the left…”you should decide and stop acting like a teenager”

The diamond glittered perfectly while her dark curly hair blew on her sad eyes, she always had them sad, like in some cartoonishly sad way…

I watched her more intently; I couldn’t explain why puberty hit me so late, perhaps I ate radish for Lunch! Jokes apart, it was an endearing question, one with genuine concern and care…I held her gaze in mine “ if we both were spoilt, rotten, and were children we would hit puberty together, it would have been such fun, crush and all”…

 

She was uncomfortable, she laughed loudly more like a crackle, so, “ how has life been treating you?”,  I thought that I found a shade of gray in her eyes, just a slush of dark

Mundane but curious...she was aware, she knew, I knew.

 

The next thing wasn’t about diaper woes, we spoke seriously about “leaving”, “reliving” and “menopause”…it just doesn’t seem right that we were in our 40’s and had all the money, that moon could offer, actually ,she had the money and I had the moon, scarred and ugly,
we had two each as children and still we were mulling over the “stars” “Venus” and perhaps independence in “MARS”…

 

Smitha curved her big bosoms and stretched her neat thighs…women turn me on,

Strangely at this juncture, only women could turn me on; even the slightest glimpse of their ankle would make me shiver. She was stung, “ so why don’t you move back here?”

“Marry for love?” she quipped again…like a half bread jersey, …”move? Marry!”

Why do women use such syllables, jaded, lifeless, opportunistic, farce, fateful?

I cringed to think like a man, I would “run”, what about “freedom, adventure, sex and

Life”? I murmured in private…

She was startled to see my large eyelids grow in size, bigger, better and moist….

“What is it with you, you are good looking, and by age you would wrinkle, crinkle and

Fall sodden to the ground, get a life lady” …her bosom heaved and hawed, her eyebrows danced like an exotic peacock, her delicate fingers, her small waist, and her round glasses

Skinny legs, her wit, everything bundled in one sense and one sensibility…

 

“I don’t need it woman”, I said briskly …and took my purse and kissed her thick  brown lips.

She was too stunned to make a decision, take annotations and hurt me.
I felt bawdy, unfinished and in someways filthy, .... 

 

I walked out without much ado…and am waiting to Inhale…

 

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