Straight Angle™: Missed Communications...
Friday, May 13, 2005
The scorching heat would make even the cacti go thirsty. The metal tar road stretches out till the eyes can reach, as a long sleeping serpent, after a sumptuous meal adn there was no trace of life on the entire stretch as if afraid of the serpent. The bus rushes fast and the air gushes in unable to bear the heat and in search of a cooler shade. The bus is even worser than outside and the air returns through the other window.
He tries to open his eyes and stare at the vast expense of rocks and hillocks on either side of the road. It had been two days since he had set out on this journey. It had been two days since he left his coolness....He can still feel her sweat in his hands..the sweet scent of stracthed saree and fragranced Kum-Kum still lingers on, in his mind....The heat becomes unbearable and the hot air blows the blood vessels off. He never liked leaving her and she- even more so..Her's was the first face, that sent a tingle of joy in his nerves. Her's was the first touch that woke him up everyday and it was her hands that took him to sleep..His entire world revolved around her..So many others entered everyday.He didnt know many of those faces..nor does he cared about them..al he wanted was her..and her alone...Her face stayed on...
How many times had he awaited those jingles of her anklets?...How many times had he played with her bangles only to get some kisses and soft hand through his hair...and a bit more...teasing blows...The bus would let nothing of it....The heat would never allow anything of it...
He cries out loud agonised over his inability. After a moment of commotion, a rubber nipple forces it's way through his mouth and a hard hand falls on his back, softly.....He still keeps crying...
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