YARNS OF LAMA-5

                                                              CLOSED BOOK

           The plaint of coffee-maker broke the morning silence inside the apartment. Caffeine brewed in vortex, surmising a blitzkreig commence to commonest of the common day. The two mugs got subdueing each other for their last stand. He stood nude, as he slept; the sturdy body mustering heat from the fumes off coffee. He was still in stupor . . . , lethargically tired and dazed that he asked her,

            " Make coffee today. . . . only this time. . please . . . "

He also wished to see her. . , moving  in slow steps, her naked body shining in the morning Sun like lustrous wink of gold ; her brunette hair jiggling bestride the shoulders; the sleek tender nates below her curves, drooling melons dangling meticulously with those flush nipples . . .
He wished such a great morning. But he yielded more than he wished . . . . . .   He heard her reply as always;

            " Oh darling. . . . ; please . I can't move a step ahead now. It's  too cozy . . . ". 

Psychedelic aroma of the arabica coffee fumigated everywhere. He touched her fingers slowly and gently passing the mug; she smiling  in the usual 'naughty-you' kink. He cut one loose from the '555' double, and leaked smoke through nose without loosing their eye contact. He expected her to pounce on him and stub the cigarro uncloaking the white quilt. He loved it so, to get her the whole  control; to lend her reins . . . to be in her mercy and live in her servility. To his surprise, she remained calm, smiling with the moustache of cream veiling her beauty under the blanket. Smoke choked inside his stercoracious stomach; seeing her smile. . . .

      An auburn face and shoulders feasting his eyes in a totally white milieu, alluring him saying 'the beauty lies within'... Squatting on the bed, he continued boiling mouth still piercing  her eyeballs with his....

             "What are you looking honey ?? "

             "What else should i , when you're here  ?? " he coaxed, slowly pulling the quilt. She recoiled. .

             " No my dear. . . ". 

He bent down and kissed he lips. . .  A long, voracious, stinky kiss, drenching her whole jaw in saliva. . .
           It was 7:30 already. The Sun beamed on the clock notifying the paramour, but his eyes remained unflinched, devouring every inch of his love . . . the femme's 'virtual' image smothered his retina. A hangover of long love-making persisted in their eyes. He could see her clothes near the table; silken and fluffy, muddled in perfect dissaray. . .
Her eyes mumbled the previous night. Aggressive phase of their love; nocturnal and blatant in its speech and acting  rawly like cudchewing is forbidden . . . . . .     But he had no clear memories of what happened hours ago. . . . .
            Every night he invites her; after a busy market schedule; dealing with a nasty, syncopative motif of future builders, megolomaniacs, corporate cutpurses, political dykes, making fake commitments and fiddling relations. She always  came to his behests. . . responding quickly as his best partner and levitating his mazzard off the impendings. . . .   His sunken eyes would be made tumescent and woken with her peck. He could cruise through his night piece-works bestride her abetting presence  . . . He pleasured in through love, syncing every cell of his with her in ultimate symbiosis. . . with orgasm and consummation beseeching recognition . . . . .they were not two, but one single soul. . . .                                   He heard her,
     
             " We're one. . . ".

He took the coffee mug; it had  gone half cold. Gulping a sip he fought the serpiginous trance maundering all over his body. Caffeine kick-boxed hard on his eye-lids and his heart, derisively sunken in her, was too damn lazy to assist the drug . . . . . .

   
            He saw her first in a gathering at his friend's home, she was the friend's would-be-sister-in-law. The first sight of her, in a fab, deligious pink  togs smiling for a lensman's shot . . . . he wanted to meet her, talk and acquaint in a bonhomie .. , to make scope for future rekindling. But he got his ticket in a coffee shop; at a totally different perspective; when she accompanied her dad to him for debugging some tax clutters. He fought hard to concentrate in his work and prayed God to make her Dad's phone, always busy. When the men shook hands as everything got over, newbies had already been affirmative on their next meeting. . .  .  ; excluding her dad. . . .

            They met frequently at many chances, in the name of her dad, to retrieve and return trivial things forgotten, at unexpected rendezvous.... They had their first date in a posh outdoor beanery; the usual candlelight ambiance tinting a quiet  love scene, she fading the veil of circumspection and outpouring her inborn charm with snickered taps on the lauan top of the table. He enjoyed each moment saying illogical jokes and quelling upsurging blatant mouth, to hear her chortles , watching her loose and untied.. , glad and glim.. . .
They stayed over for three hours in the inn having grogs in forties, meticulously reeling in senses and keeping their propriety sober. He drove her to the beach. A number of sordid paramours were in repertoire, some in their cars, some on the sandy pews. No beach patrollers were seen and the flashlight ashore seemed dim and pointless. On the bare, cold sand they sat with hands supporting their inebriated bodies. Innumerable stars feasted the eyes and a bright argentine Moon chaperoned the puny sky with utmost discipline and kilter. The flowing ocean reflected the paradisiacal light-house, glistening all minions on its shore.
She appeared lost; too romantic and forbidden from humane restrictions. She looked at him. He was dazed counting the stars or chanting the old, boorish Moon-plainsongs . . . .

            " What are you exactly feeling now ?? . . " ;

He stopped counting. Her eyes freaked out loud she was festooned in heavy amour. It could be the ardent spirit. . ; she beseeched badly for a thoroughly amorous kiss. .
He said ;

            " I was totally dizzied.. ; but now i feel sober. " ; 

            " You feeling sober ???.... I'm damn happy and in heavy passion now, levity tickling my belly . . . AAhh . . that's  a feeling to feel. . . . You're such a dork! . . . ? " ;

   'Yup.....       she's freaked . .!! ' ;

She fell onto his trunk and kissed on his bare chest exposed by the unbuttoned shirt. He fell=t a sudden ache clamoring his brain in utter tease, weltered by the pectoral papilla; closing his eyes he held her in tender care close to his bosom. .

            " Shall we dance ????? ";  she asked tiptoeing her fingers across his nipples.

            " Now ?????????? ";

            " Ya baby... . . . now.. "; she gave a nipping bite on his chest. . .

He looked around. . and saw a number of souls  bounded to their own islet world, doing more sheepish tasks than her demands.

           " Come fast you,,grongo!!.. ", pulling his ears like a cat's, she pulled him up conceding a screeching
" Okay.. " 

They both held together  tight; embosoming each and danced in staggering steps blurting some freak salsa songs and stepping on the sands; a wild bolero . . .   Many times they stamped and hurted their feet ; flizzening in high altos and meandered to and fro the sea. . . Carnal couples saw these mad steppers; scoffed in bafflement and continued their deal. . .
Slumping on the sand eventually, they laughed out loud; heavy, fervendo embrittling any tints of shame resurfacing. . . Her skirt had gone up and his hips, popped out of the pants. . . and they didn't give a shit on that . . . Quietly hugging each other , they lied for long. . . the whole night, floating on the intoxicated sands, sinking deep into it. . .
At once, when he got refuge from woolgathering; he lifted her and moved to his hatchback. He made her comfortable on the bed and himself sat on a couch in his apartment. He could see her sleeping, in an askew posture;... an angel sleeping in full swing... with no botherings and no layouts . . . . ; and at once he too slept...
When he woke up , she had gone . . . She had made toast and coffee for him . . .

       ' why she left without a f**king word ?? '

He took a slice  of toast, and saw a piece of paper. An affirmative evidence of why she left in disguise. . .

                   It read, , , " I love you.. " .

He waited outside her office near the bridge superseding the city's MEMU service. She darted in fast awkward steps on seeing him and stood in his front,like a beloved pet, saying nothing. He handed another piece of paper to her; without a word, hopped in and sailed the steering of his hatchback. . . Perplexed atr his unprecedented acts, she unfolded the paper , 

                                  " You too . . . ".                                                                          she had a sighing smile spreading across her lips. . . . .

             " 21, Abraham Street . . . Fast please . .  ";

she dropped two five hundred rupee notes to the cab driver's seat , luring his instincts to press the axle a little harsh. Callous traffic was too muddled, raising her adrenaline. She wanted to jolt him first, for making such a show; wanted to hit him at the belly . . . ,   she wanted him badly..
His regular trance just after the deskjob went bootless; the taps on the door emanating high pace. He opened the door with a yawn, and she didn't let his mouth 'un-yawn' again. She forgot to hit or jolt, but smooched his lips harder and mounting over him like on a cliff, she undressed his lukewarm clothes in a jiffy . . . She didn't allow him to pursue and incite any malevolent innovations; she demanded only his moral participation. Each time she felt him inside her, she said;

            " I love you baby. . . . I love you . . . !!! " ;

When her Mom called in between their conference, she cut her off saying;

            "Mamma , , I'm in love Mamma. . . I'm loving. . .  " ;    and threw her phone away.

Amorous pants mollycoddled his apartment , string of heavenly vehemence circling around them. They didn't fathom the hardihood of orgasm or the discrepancies in consummation; they loved . . . and loved.. ; each chord of goosebumps rhythmic with their heartbeat . . .  . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .             . . . .
. . .
 . . . .                    . . .  Clock cringed '8' bells  . . . '8' o clock. .  A recoup . . . . .
He had emptied his coffee and the mug lied on the bedside. Other mug had coffee to the brim; cold and wrinkled. She didn't take a sip from it nor she lied beneath the white quilt. . . ;  . . . . she was not even there. . . . .
He looked desolately to where he was seeing her a few seconds before. . . . .
There was no PROJECTION now. . . .
His mind couldn't muster enough concentration nor a requisite forbearance to see her; to emit her from his retina . . ; from his brain . . . from his MEMORIES. .  . . . .
He feared if his reminiscence had gone rotten or feeble with time. A long six months after she secluded him and flew off to oblivion . . .
He again closed his eyes ; focussed hard at his nexus . . . . . .
            " Yes . . . .  " ;
she was there . . . intact . . . . steadfast . . . . relentless . . . . .

            ' I'll never leave you '..   . .



            It was food poisoning.An eatery she usually visited near her office late. In total 4 persons died and lot had lethal health lesions . . . She died in her sleep that night  , , , . . .  ; . .   while dreaming herself with him ; on a shore of embellished by rainbows and cirrus clouds ; and a giant wave with dark water , in a sudden trice, engulfing her  completely... away from him. . .
She choked hard, seeing his silhoutte shrinking smaller and farther . . . .
 . . . . . . . . . . .  . . . . . .   . . .  . . .           . .......         .          .              .           .      . . . .
 . . . .   Her father stood forefront to imprison the restaurant owners with those reputed culprits fighting hard to achieve acquittal. . . . But he didn't support the old man. He was too feeble and worn-out than her arthritic parents. For the first few days, he cried for long hours, sat idle like a corpse . . .  swaggering pathetically through each moment she loved him. . . .
He couldn't stop missing her that he started hallucinating. . . . . ,,, seeing her in front of his eyes; anywhere and everywhere. He could reel his senses back to job and could finish his chores efficiently ; with the moral support from 'his' her. . .
She . . . . .  Alina . . .  . . . . ..  his obsession . . . . his possession . . . . the virtual reality which composed his composure . . .


He got into his usual  black and white suit, with the tweed jacket dry-cleaned and ironed with no micro tucks on it. He opted a maroon tie and footed those polished. Woodlands leather shoes . . .
A perfect gentleman he was now . . .
He turned away from the mirror to his left and asked ;

            " How am i looking ? ". . . . . . . . . 
 . . . .    he heard.

            " As usual my baby . . . .  Chweet Rascal . . . . .    Love you . . . . .  " .

Tender lips impinged his cheeks . . . . .  





                                                                                                                         LAMA signing out . . . . . . .

YARNS OF LAMA-4

                                                                 RENDEZVOUS



            At first it seared like a stream of fire;the fluorescent light from the lamp above his bed;  hopping on the dome in eccentric enthusiasm. The nexus between his eyes radiated as, a churning coal. Numbness had already devoured the shin and torso; with levity impregnating the innards. His tongue fiddled in utter daze, tasting something uncommonly familiar. Faintest of the faint memories chewed with smoke and pain..... heavy sulking pain. Hallucinations conceiving dilapidated steel steps, a faint turquoise hue.. and a thumb-less toe................... He saw smiling faces,, see-saws perched on fine sands,leisure-strolls all around him..,, and he felt himself smiling...... ;   In the next eye-shut his cornea squinched against rising water filled with moraines and gravels ; his heart aching badly.... The subconscious mind screeched an alacrious moan that a heave of heart pump went amiss; clutching his lungs. Those half opened eyes resolved to block the incident light. He became lighter and lighter.. ; loosing sentience pulse by pulse... .. falling into complete darkness...  . .......naught.............
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           His cellphone beeped again.
      
           "[ 4:30 eve ... ? ] "
           "[ Zeet's.. ]" , he replied .

That was how they texted each other. Like old telegrams, the alphabet packets of 160 bytes shuttled connecting them in minuscule sharing. This time too, that went as usual...
The havens of blooming paramours like beaches, parks, cinema halls, lone churches stood alien in their love story. Nor those pavements, leafy pews or obscure classrooms could refuge them or friends advocating 'true' love with a good-at-heart wish of 'Happy Married Life' never existed beside them...
Such a queer relation existed between them ....... too obsolete and possessive...
But the factual evidence alludes; it was the best they could do to survive...........

It is hard to burgeon in a college where one's father works as a teacher .... , rather hard it is to love a chick inside the campus...                In such a ditch was he....,,,, to love cynically under the nose of his father... His mind was brimming in the love for her and the reins of control went too slippery.. ...   Neha......

            He first met her in an Arts fest.. , when they both shared the same echelon of assistance in a major imprecise event. The professional milieu around, connected them a dias of diligence and partnership; and a good, bright comma enkindling scope for the coming days.......    Social networking brought them close ; to find their akin likes and dislikes, to share common inter-departmental gossips and introversive pasts.Spiced with feigns of 'by-chance-i-met-you' facets; scanty meet-and-greets relished the e-friendship to an unfathomable enticement ; and at a blessed moment with trees silencing their branches and quelling winds from malestorming the sands..,,, the ultimate '3' words of reverberation threw up from his throat ...  just to unsettle the bails of her heart, where a furbished response was waiting...
She replied,             " I love you too " ...
 They both might have had doubts regarding the verity and veracity on the 'sustainable development' of love in and between their hearts....   But who cares.,,,,  it is love... The most spendthrift philia inborn in all living beings..As soon as the venom of love infested them, nothing except one thing stood barricade between them.. And that was unflinching as AMBUJA cement....... fear..

            "Dad is real strict. He always says, "Love is meant for shirkers", . At home, his hobby is to despise the couple hangouts ubiquitous in our college. " , surfing an anthology on some queer unknown sect, he confided to her in low voice under the dim lights of college library; making no eye-contact and bodily movements...

            "Did you say about us , to anyone??  to your friends?? " .

            " No... "  ; he let out a sigh..

            " The courtesy title of 'Lecturer's son' is a real blockade to many things. A hangout with dudes, unofficial mass-cuts, wear hipster dresses or even a loud, free talk in open.. , all those are precluded from me. Anything unconventional from academics gets him willies....
And God!! . if he hears I'm dallying with a girl,,, I'm done..................           But,, "

            " But what ??? ". she prodded him.

            " I can't stop loving you..... ", their eyes met for the first time in that bibliotheca ..He kissed on her forehead and without a cue , marched out,, smiling..

            It requires a heavy quality mind ; a patient soul, to curb the urges and billows of love. Surrounded by callous braggarts amoring with bully guts and ultimate confidence, the feeling, 'why can't me too? ',, resurfaced on him oftentimes, in sheer derision. But she untangled him out of all trifle cobwebs .. ; an asset renowned by him ; an angel of rehab.. she was ready to wait and to be patient till the interlope of 'Lady Luck' into their ducks.
But they managed to cud-chew their love..
The interstices during class hours saw them leap out to grab fresh air and darting to the tree-pinned junction or the book depot, or near the dispensary ; places that couples wouldn't find healthy . The nonchalant masquerade on his and her facets called in very few doubtful eyes; they talked in loud and gibberish English, seeking an allusion from the bystanders; ' they are just friends.. '... . Quantification of the time they talked held poorest reckons and caused a major concern in their minds,, but they were happy,,symbiotically gleeful.
...........

And on a day of unusuals ; an evening when Prof. Govindaraghavan asked his son to leave alone as he had to loaf out in the staff meeting, the disguised lovers shared their impulsive and imminent joy, also launching a feasible rendezvous in the shortest words possible, through Short Message Service..
At the bus bay, he met his friends; the sardonic mockers..

            " Here comes the professor's lad.. ";

            " Hey Sid, you bunked your dad's class ??.. "

            " Yeah, tha class in a gaudy Ford.. voila..!!!! ".

He greeted them and theirs with an unblushing smile as usual and moved in steadfast soberness abstaining any tints of excitement and instinctive fuss. He gawked that man,, stretched flat and pristine on burnished teakwood, atop the Church. The man seemed a little indifferent...

            She was embellishing her visage; just prelims of the art glitteratti ; when she saw him transposing across her hostelry..

' Too fast !!, ' .

He caught a rickshaw to the most populous and fabled mall of the city ; 'Zeet's Quadrangle' that housed the best posh mercantile ; branches of Central banks, outlets of branded garbs, gaming hubs, acrid restaurants, ala cartes, ateliers etc. He doubted how much covet this place could be, but it seemed an authentic choice to refuge a little while in such a narrow time slot. Also , he wanted to get her a gift; something simple and transitory that would go unnoticed among her ruddy-eyed friends.

            " [Couch, in front] " ; he texted her for precise appointment. His legs tapped on the ground frequency and he kept on oscillating his eyes from the watch to the phone.

' Don't be late this time, sweetie.. '

Beside his couch was the kid's corner; a small plot bedded with sand having prototypical slides, swings, toys and see-saws which would fetch the mothers a lot of time to surf in the mall without their children's hitching pranks. There was a lone pretty girl in the precinct, riding on a toing and froing wooden horse. She looked at him, smiling and blinking her eyes.

            " Where's you're Mom ? ", he asked returning a smile back. She pointed to a hifaluting woman inside a cosmetic shop, busy flirting with the incredulous salesmen. Both dilly-dallies grinned in unison.


4.45......
15 long mins, he had got couched.

'Damn it. '

His tapping frequency had risen high. Few joined him on the couch and later, left. The girl was still puckering there; changing her niche to the slide with rollers trabeated on to the frame.

'Its getting late.., '. ; he decided to call her. Looking the girl playing on the slide he dialed and waited .....
.... . . . .
She cut the phone in the third ring. He let out a sigh; ' She is close.. ' .
He turned back to replace him, when he saw that....  ................ .......... a glimpse . . a narrow vignette of perception. . .
A purple Ford Figo ... , moving into the parking lane.
He couldn't espy those numbers on the platen but the font, and that blurred indelible on the front glass vaguely simulated a MICKEY MOUSE which he saw traveling with his dad in their car.
'Was that dad ??? '.

A staff meeting won't go off-beat in such jiffy. It had been only 40 minutes; he saw him off at college.
'No, its not dad... ' .
'What if that dumb meeting is cancelled???? ' ..

He caught himself in the cobwebs of skepticism. She would reach there at any time.
' God !!.... Don't do this to me... ' .

Haunted in a motif of flimflams, he fiddled in the couch; he wanted to run out and check if it was dad, or to steeplechase and hatch her away; to cover himself  somewhere out of dad's sight; to call her or to text her, 'GET LOST' .......................
 .....................

But he opted to stand still for a second... ..
 . . . .
. . . . . A beeeaaautiful snapshot.. !!!!.. .........

Watchman at the gates ushered a charming rebecca; in verdant salwars ...
An obnoxious middle-aged face entered through the burglar circuit in the doorways...
The nystagmus of numbness.. , a razzing zenith of perplexity .. too naive and too outlandish ..

' Dad ..??!!.. Neha .  !!... Are you guys kidding ???? '..

             He swaggered in an unabashed fashion and hid in the opaque of a beam. He tried to text her, but couldn't muster focus at his fingertip... ..

'F**k.. ' .

The girl in between her child-play, saw his camouflaging stature. She got down the slide and hid behind iron steps; bestriding to him. He smiled.. , giving a quip..
 ' Its not the time to play, milady.. ' 

             The professor moved in slow steps towards the escalator;... she fiddled in long steps in the main hall searching for the couch he mentioned.. ; he waited in impatient patience for his dad to escalate.. ..

Exotic silence peered his aura.... a calm caress..............            

Then it happened...........  ,,,,, when his dad stepped on the running stairs..; when he keeked to snatch a sight of her... ; when their eyes met for the last time......... ...

The protuberance flashed out first from the bridged pond. . . Sallow water ... .. .. . first engulfing her ... . ..and then his eyes . . . . It seemed  , .. a train hit directly at his trunk . . .
Eyeballs squinted in pain, still struggling to open . .
His innards knuckled badly; from head to toe, bile and blood in oodles at the nose and teeth . . Bludgeons and bastinados recurred in unison, articulating continuous transgress of his bones.................
........... The impact peeled his skin off, and floated him a few yards aback..

Moans and groans everywhere... Screeching sound of falling debris poked his wounds in tease. Rabid feet, clomped aimlessly across him; the mob squealing out names and lames at their highest altos.., louder than the detonation . . . .
 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

It was a bomb ..
. . . . .. . .
Killing the pain encroaching brutally all over his body, he tried to open his eyes smeared with pallor and ashes. . . .
. .. . Black smoke hovered above his head , Heat radiated towards him from the four sides, incubating his senses to loop on breathing  . . .  His neck pained helish ; but he tried to move it . . . and saw that little girl to his left. ; dusted . . . grey all over her body .but.. . . breathing . . .

'She's breathing . . . . She.. ??? .. Neha?? Dad.. ?? '..

A recap of thoughts tunneled through his eyes; a breviary of beforemath . . . Forcing himself to the bombed-out ground, he clutched the whole pain to the teeth and held to a large chunk of concrete, surmising an erect kneeling position. Decayed aggregate perforated his calf but he endured ... He looked at the escalator . . .. . . . . . . . . and saw broken gears and aprons unfolding their cohession . . . There wasn't any sign of his dad.. . or any living isthmus ..              

' Dad . . . . .  ' .

The faint gaze fidgeted towards the main patio; where he last saw her .... . . . . . . .                         . . . .
. . . . .       . . .
Oblivion . . . .
...... ......... ....... ...... ............

Red heat bodies churned like hot metal...Blood stains rampaged the floor and lifeless, deadwood human grotesques lay stacked, one above the other; simonised by stone and cement. Sallow fire moved from one across the other licking each with its hot tongue . . . .
' Yummy . . . . ' ; he could hear its grotty vox . . .
All of them looked alike.  . . . . Black . . . . . . . . .                  Pitch black . . . .
Neha rested among them , , he knew that...    She had lost all her charm . . her grace, , her voice , , her chastity . . . ; her forbearance . . . . . . . . . . . . .      She had gone....

For the first and last time ,,, fate showed him.. , , his favorite vision . . . ,,, Dad and Neha.. together .
....
Poise of his mind and hand went loose; slumping back on the ground he took a choking breath  . . . He tried to get up again but saw his left foot without the thumb . . . the sight gave him an apoplectic bang ; biting out the minuscule consciousness pushing himself into black iniquity...       darkness . . . . . .


            The girl sat beside him, playing with a doll. He saw his foot bandaged clumsily, allowing no clearance for his thumb. The pain had abated; drugs and threads salvaging those scathed lesions . . . His mother was talking to the doc, her sunken eyes revealing Dad was no more . . . .
Another woman; probably the girl's mother, peeled off apples.. . .
Noticing his eyes opened, the girl smiled . . . the same smile she gave him at the mall . .   ,,,  But he couldn't reply her....
His smile was lost . . .and so, his soul . . . .
It had died  there, in the mall . . . . . . . . . .        a  helpless, shameless demise ..

Closing eyes ,  he prayed to God ;;  ..    'let my soul rest in peace. . . . . .' ..







                                                                                                     LAMA SIGNING OUT .. ...................................