~ A very old and very lost friend once said that K was the mockery of love. K, sitting amidst a gang of 'I know you like the back of my hand' overconfident friends laughed in affirmation to all the blinking fools around her - and they laughed back at her!
Years later, K bumped into one of the fools and his love story with the 'then' girl was long over and as we decided to 'meet again', the talk veered to the old and lost friend.
Fool: You remember the old and lost?
K : Of course, he was such a darling!
Fool: you know, he was in love with you the moment you walked through that college gate.
K: Ya, I know, but he was a friend and I was not in love!
Fool : (Laughs) So its been years - are you not tired of all the dingle-dangle? Why don't you settle down!
K: I would, If i'd find a man worth doing that with!
Fool: You are telling me that you've never been in LOVE?
K: Well, I don't know if all that was or if all this is love - just not my definition bro!And what's so 'real' about love anyways?
Fool :(chuckle) made him stand still. You know, He told the that "Everybody falls in love, but when people like K fall in love, they make history! Just because they are so incapable of it - that when the real thing hits them, they'd burn the world to have it!"
K: LOL, that's a nice theory, he never told me so!
They part ways and she walks along the not so lonely Matunga street, reflecting on how she knows better now. K recalls a time and a man
"Being in love with you feels like being in love with me.- K wanted to say it to him, but being too proud, she refrained. Loving him feels like someone has sinned against a seasoned sinner, when the philanderer falls for a careless widow, and when you are being beaten at your own game.
So here's for him, to know and smile and grin...
~I like smelling of you.
~I like your prolonged taste in my jaw
~I enjoy the string of goosebumps, I get, when you nibble my ears
~I enjoy our stealthy smooches
~The jaw fights
~The punches
~The claws
~I enjoy the sensations my fingertips bear when I run them through your hair
when they linger on your inner thighs, buttocks, your back, your chest
~ I am swelled by the counter sensation of your fingertips rolling in my mouth
swirling on my tongue, your finger imprints, the finger knots, the taste that slowly becomes mine.
~ Your lunar laughter that makes me inevitably laugh
~ Your mischievous threats
~ Your loving hugs
~ Your pudgy fingers as they encircle mine.
~ I like the way you dress and pose, the way you check your neck, chest arms....and the way you laugh when I stand witness to your narcissism
~ I enjoy the way you clench your jaw with a happy irritation that I know you so well
~ I enjoy the way you bully me and the way you let me have my way all the time.
~ I enjoy scolding you as you plead a childish forgiveness, meant to be forgotten.
My sweetest and most peaceful moments are in your arms. Where nothing touches me except your embrace.
My strongest moments are when you cuddle up me like an infant soul in a herculean body, when you snuggle-up, resting your head on my chest and slowly drift into another world. In those moments I could slay an innocent whisperer for the fear of waking you up.
I am a better human being when I am with you. Maybe as the fool said - this is love, the passion to protect us will eventually make history.
