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Sex, scents and some secrets - Part 1


Life is one suffocating crowded train. With tamed aggressions and with an indifference, you let yourself moved by a greater force through a long humid tunnel. And suddenly something happens to transport you into a valley of blooming daisies with a cooling shower and a distant rainbow. That’s how I felt meeting her.

I shall introduce her to you as ‘Swapna’ When I saw her the first time, I remember having troubles lifting my eyes up her bosom. Dusky in complexion, with full lips and big eyes Swapna can easily make you wear your heart up your sleeve. Whenever she walks with me, all eyes would be on her and on me by association. She would gracefully bag the wide eyed silent compliments like a graceful breeze, dazzling more at being noticed. A cheerful social butterfly, always fresh with high energy that when she is moody, you can spot it like a full buffalo in your soup.

I have met her few times in social and business settings but that was the first time I am meeting her outside both our cities. She wanted to go out for shopping and dinner with me. I cautiously told her to dress down. I did not fancy the idea of saving her by fighting with unknown thugs in unknown alleys. Good food and nice conversations followed that we decided to go back to her room to continue.

Now rewind a little and let me tell you something special about me. In the past, anything like her would make me a single minded organism with raging hormones. But with age, experience and a long exposure to psychology and spiritual analysis, I am developing a special skill. I am aware of the emotions rising inside me instantly and am able to slice and dice them. It is the ultimate power that you are able to be in control of your next move. With that, I had begun to look at women as curious subjects, individuals beyond their sexuality. It’s the mould of a writer that I am getting into these days. And there is something deep about her that I wanted to study.

Even then, its like walking on the mines trying to profile her in her hotel room alone. I was aware of that too and yet the inevitable couldn’t be stopped….

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  1. UnknownApril 22, 2009 at 2:25 AM

    Is this No.2 "S"?

    You always baffle me.

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  2. Raja SPApril 22, 2009 at 7:27 AM

    No, I don't keep numbers... But this is different. Wait and watch :)

    ReplyDelete
  3. UnknownApril 23, 2009 at 4:54 PM

    This is news to me! Kudos to you...

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