Aug 1, 2012

Girl

Graphic content. Reader discretion advised. 


I met her for the first time at a party, that I no longer remember who had thrown.

I saw her from across the floor through a crowd of people, wearing the kind of red that makes it my favorite color. Bold, vibrant. Inviting. My trailing eye finally found caught hers. I smiled. And she smiled back.

We met again, a few weeks later, this time at a house party. She wore blue, the midnight blue, and I remember being a little bit more sober. She recognized me from the other day and came over to say Hi. Anupriya, she said, pushing back long dark hair. I laughed and asked if I should call her Anu or Priya. She replied coyly that I can call her Girl. We started to talk, and it felt.. different. It was easy to flirt with her. Between many vodka shots, and countless Dunhill Reds drags, we spoke of Pink Floyd and dogs and death. Not too much of a talker, I let her speak, her words resonating with my silent thoughts.

The third time we met was in an empty parking lot. That same day, while that house party was still not quite done. I slipped into my car, and then watched as she walked across the almost-empty parking lot, her heels making loud clicking sounds. Somewhere in the distance a single light flickered, one faulty, one odd man out of the perfect rest. I felt like that light, but here I was, with a girl walking towards me, like she was reaching out to fix me. She slid easily into the car, shutting the door behind her, and for a moment, she just looked at me. Half curious, half eager. Then that moment passed, and we were kissing. She tasted like vodka, which we had had one too many, indeed. My urgent hands found the zipper on that blue dress. The bra came off and next her wet panties, and then there I was, claiming her sweet taste, with my tongue. I could feel the mist settling on the window, the heat in that moment, making my insides ache like they had never ached before. She moaned and I could feel the world slip away. Into sweet obviation.

'Shh', she held up a finger to her lips, a while later. 'Come up in a while, and they will never notice we were gone.' I nodded and did as I was told. I followed her back into the party, and watched her the rest of the night, keeping my distance, aching for the time when she would be mine again. Her boyfriend would occasionally drape his arm around her shoulders, but she looked through him like he wasn't there. I noticed, maybe he didn't. She would look across the room sometimes, holding my gaze and staring at me with fire in her eyes, but I knew none could hear the secrets out loud.

We continued to meet, over the next few months. She was like an empty glass, pretty and delicate on the outside, aching to be filled on the inside. Always bringing that same fire along with her, always wanting more. And all I had to give her was me, every single inch of me. We spent hours together, naked, under the sheets, letting the world drone on outside my window. Tracing patterns over bare skin, sometimes with fingers and sometimes with tongues. Sometimes happy patterns, ending in giggles and laughter. Sometimes heart breaking ones, ending in silence and a tear or two. It was like we had our own time capsule, frozen in the moment, when seconds stretched to minutes and minutes to hours.

She never stayed. I never asked her why. When all the dreaming and lying was done, she would pick up her dress, fix her hair, wipe off the smeared lipstick, put on her heels, and leave. Without looking back, without saying bye. I did not ask her to stay, because I knew she would be back. I guess I never expected her to leave me.

The last time I saw her, she seemed distant. She sat holding a sheet to her naked body. I looked at her, and she looked out at the city. Revealing nothing, as always. I drew back a stray curl from her cheek, and asked her to stay. Leave the rest of her world, and stay back. With me. She looked at me, catching my finger in her hand, with that same look from that first time in the car. Curious, eager. Maybe just a sliver of sad. Before I could ask, she was kissing me. That day, she left as I slept in my bed. And when I woke up, I knew she was gone. For good.

It has been more than a year since I saw her last. I do not know where she is, or how she is. I did not try to look for her. I do not know if she thinks about me, about how life would have unfurled had she stayed. I walk around with an ache that has dulled this past year. Sometimes, I manage to convince myself it is not even there. Sometimes, it is almost like I have managed to erase all those patterns I made on her skin from my memory.

My mother called today. She demanded to know why I haven't replied to any of her numerous emails. She sounded a little too worried this time. I sat at my desk, and opened up an inbox full of mails. She asks in her last email if I had a breakup, if I was sad? She asks me to look at a single photograph attached. A doctor. I looked outside my window for a long time, and then I replied.

I will come home next week. I've quit my job and I want to settle down now. I like the doctor. Yes mom, I will marry him.

~Annie.
P.S: I am not too fond of homophobes, so if you are one, please leave while I ask nicely.
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Now Playing: So Have I For You | Nikka Costa

26 comments:

G said...

It has been long since I've read something with such patience and actually took the time to post a comment! And I must say the story is very well written...kept me reading. I guess its good when it makes you feel.. And it definitely made me feel! :) ..I mean the love and longing part :)

Ruhani said...

What. A. Climax. I've read a VERY good short story after a very long time. Brilliant work. :)

Anupam Gupta said...

GOD DAMN you are good woman!!!! Why did you (and I for that matter) stop writing again? :|

Loved this one!!!

Love
Pam.

Sonia said...

Beautifully written!

Ruhani said...

ALSO, I gave you an award on my blog! :D
http://ilikebigbuttsandicannotlie.blogspot.in/2012/08/din-hai-suhana-aj-pehli-taareek-hai-d.html#comment-form

Green Speck said...

This one is awesome ... the twist in the end ... loved the story .... just too good ... am glad I came across your blog :-)

Misty Rhythm said...

phew! that was sizzling hot! if i wasn't straight, i'd even be a little turned on :P...haahahh jokes apart..brilliant writing!!

p.s. hope you're doing well! it's been ages!

riddleinninesyllables said...

This comes off as too real to be fiction. Had me hooked from the very beginning.
Loved it!

mOhan said...

Twist is the very last word...Brilliant!!

IceMaiden said...

@G,
Thanks G! I guess we have all been through the love and longing phase. :)

@Ruhani,
Thank you! :) ... & thanks for the award too!

@Anupam,
I cannot predict when I will write, I guess one fine day I randomly start writing. Trivia - I wrote this in that email I sent, I was actually sending you the first two para's, which I had written over 8 months ago. :) Be patient, one day, it will all just come back to you.

@Sonia,
Thank you!

@Green Speck,
Thank you, keep visiting.

@Misty Rhythm,
Look who we have here! Long time no see, missed you! :) How have you been? And thank you. :)

@RiddleInNineSyllables,
Thank you, I guess it comes across as real because I identify with bisexuality. :)

@Mohan,
Thank you!

amnamemon said...

This is so beautiful, and so sad. Had me hooked from the first line!
And yes, it did come across as very real. :)

Misty Rhythm said...

i'm doing great actually...and thus the almost zilch blogging lately :P
but do continue paying a visit every now and then!

buckingfastard said...

loved the fact that it was written with such warmth that it never felt like someone writing from distance just to justify homosexuality...it felt like someone was painting the beauty of it from the eyes of those who understand

Nikita Banerjee Bhagat said...

Wonderfully done! Every sensitive, feeling nerve in my head is now alive! Beautiful :)

Anisha Pradahn said...

Very intriguing and sad as well.
Had to read the ending twice to actually get it but that's my fault.
Loved the story!

❤Not Just My Allegories❤

UjjwalRaaj said...

Hot stuff.

PeeVee™ said...

Dayumm.. This is inspiration enough for me to blog again. Thank you.

How is it that our paths haven't crossed before, I wonder.

Momina said...

amazing. Haven't read anything so good in quite a while.

IceMaiden said...

@AmnaMemon,
Thank you for visiting my blog and liking my post! :)

@Misty,
Haha! SAME HERE! I havent been blogging much either, because I have been good and swamped with LOTS of work! :P Hopping over now! :)

@BuckingFastard,
Long time!! And yes, I think we have too many of those trying to justify homosexauality without really understanding it anymore.. But meh! Whatever, better than people acting like dumbfucks who are against the whole idea right? :)

@Nikita,
Thank you! :)

@Anisha Pradahn,
Thank you.. no worries, homosexuality is not really spoken or written about much in our culture. Hopefully that will change in the coming years. :) Thanks for visiting!

Ujjwal,
You don't say! :)

@PeeVee,
Then DO blog again! :) Thanks for visiting!

@Momina,
Thank you very much for visiting and liking my post! :)

riddleinninesyllables said...

Read it again. Beautiful.
Write more, please.

Furree Katt said...

Ah, i loved this. I usually have no patience for short stories but this one had my eyes glued to the screen till the last word. In all honesty i read the story thinking the first person was a guy - till the end! That was the best twist ever!!!! More, please! (Or maybe i'll just read all the posts i have missed on your blog.)

Furree Katt said...

And i just realized it may seem strangely ironic that i have no patience for short stories, haha. I'm more of a novel person. BUT THIS! *applauds*

Shauna said...

I enjoyed this story, full of mystery and sublime sex. You
are a compassionate person and
a very good writer.

Unfortunately some people are only in our lives for a chapter and
some chapters are a lot shorter than others.

But, you have a wonderful, sexy memory. And I know, know this woman thinks about you often.

IceMaiden said...

@RiddleInNineSyllables,
Thank you, again. :)

@Furree,
You are too sweet, thank you! :)

@Shauna,
Thanks for visiting my blog and liking the post! Keep visiting.

Arch said...

This is one of the best stories I have read. I would have never guessed :)

IceMaiden said...

@Arch,
Thank you for liking this, it is from so long ago.... made me read it all over again, and want to finish all those drafts lying in my unpublished tab! :)

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