Riding, feeling high in this awesome weather. Misty wind through my hair. The season unwinds like a beautiful ballad so wonderfully construed narrating a feeling of belonging. There are so many memories that are attached to it. So beautiful, It just plays out perfectly just like mother nature's earthly rhythms.
The unfolding story of my best friend and his muse
"DUDE I'M GOING TO Chennai", he called.
"Shock and awe mate", i said, "Hope things turn in the direction you want them to".
He'd been in love for a long time. This wouldn't be the first time he is leaving the city to be with a muse. He'd been north. All the while this ensued digitally. Gosh! the things people do when they are smitten.
I sometimes despise the telephonic or the online way of nurturing a deep relationship. There are so many nuances that are missed. You can never get a clear picture of the person on the other end. It is so easy to pretend or assume the other person to be something that they're not.
A little planning here and there, a few clothes thrust'ed in his bag.. A perfume, a book... and he was good to leave...
The bus was right on time. Yep, they said that the bus was blessed, it always came in 45 mins late, considering that the bus came right on time. He jumped right in, with his hopes, ambitions, dreams and desires.
"Kirso could you pick up a few groceries", my mom asked me. With my half asleep eyes,I wiped the drool off my lips. Took the list and left. While i was returning from the grocery shop i got a missed call alert on the phone. It was him, he reached Bangalore and parked himself in a nice hotel in the vicinity of his muse. Asking me whether he was doing the right thing. I told him that it was important for you to know how this will end. And it had too.
"La femme" , That's what i'm going to call him for the remainder of this post, was exited and couldn't wait for the evening. This was the first time in 4 months that he is going to see her. His testosterone level had hit the roof, as high as the Everest.
He had booked a two-seater dinner in a nice upmarket restaurant for the evening and was making final arrangements with the flowers, gift, and a nice memorabilia that he had picked up from the station.
Talking about the muse. If ever there was a remake of the movie "She-Devil", the producers would have to look no further than her as the leading lady. I know it is derogatory for me to talk my best friends love interest like this. But you will see reason as this unfolds.
After nearly 1000 kilo-meters of travelling and spending nearly 1000 bucks on this night. La Femme was not sure about what is going to happen. For starters she showed up. They had a lovely chat. A nice dinner. A refreshing drink. And then he popped the question to her "Your place or mine sweetheart?"
It was decided that they would head off to his hotel for the night. The night went on something like this...
La Femme : LF Muse: M
The hotel door opens. LF walks in and holds the door for her. She walks in behind with a smile on her face. Maybe the refreshing drink was having an effect. She was in a black 1 piece with those lacy things on the back. LF just couldnt get his eyes off the lace as she walked in. Not to mention he held a constant gaze. They plonked on the bed unsurprisingly as both knew what was going through each others mind.
LF: You know baby you have the most beautiful eyes in the whole world.
M: I know..
LF: You also have the most sculpted figure.
M: I know baba..
LF: You know i have spent the last few months thinking about this day. I knew that you will be as ridiculously beautiful as before when i met you.
M: Hmm.. I never knew we will get this far eh?
LF: I have my lucky stars to thank.
M: Why thank them? Thank me..
And they both laughed.. A little bit of nervousness was evident in their laughs. LF made the first move and reached for the lace and untied it. She closed her eyes in anticipation of what was going to happen.. He embraces her and a lip-lock ensues. You know the Hindi move type of kisses. Loads of Saliva, Lots of noise and not even a hint of aesthetics.
LF got busy with playing on the back and then slowly whispered into her ears. "Do you want to change into something more sexy?"
M: I don't have anything to wear other than this, stupid.
LF: Never underestimate the powers of a king who is about to be throned, for he is well prepared for the kill.
LF gets up from the bed. Opens the Almirah. And lo and behold gives a "gift" to his muse. A lingerie.
M takes it and moves into the bathroom. LF cannot believe his luck. The next 30 seconds will change his life forever. 20 seconds into the wait for M to return. LF walks towards the bathroom which is invitingly kept open. He can only see a part of what M is doing. He hears the tap turn on. But that doesn't sound like the tap. He opens the door. And the Horror of Horrors. M is peeing standing up!
From that sight to the Bus station with his stuff only took him 20 minutes, He ran like Tyson Gay (pun intended).
This was the best trip of his life!! At least for me.. it was the best thing that could ever happen to him.
A lesson well learnt..
Never trust relationships which are formed over the phone or the internet..
Never give in to Lust in these situations..
