An animal

Thursday, October 4, 2012

A silhouette of her figure captured my line of sight even before nearing her. She had an average figure but with heels, she was capable of making any male to have a second glance. She wore a darkish brown small checkered mathra that stayed fit to her skin. Her bottom was firm and tight, the very sight made a shift in my groin. Her straight shoulder length hair was another complimentary. I had a second look and saw a face that could sink my heart. I saw a twitch in her eyes and even heard a moan she could make. My groin shifted further out and it stayed longer even after her figure diminished from the overhead mirror and disappeared behind another car.

She had changed her dress on the second day. The long hair was same, her bottom firm and tight.

On the third day, the hair had changed the shape but her skin revealed more than any other days. She had worn a silky dress and that made her bottom round and firm. My fingers wanted to see if it was tight. My groin responded fast.

I brought her with me to my home in the form of thoughts. In the bathroom, the thoughts changed to wild fantasies and my whole body became stiff. I thanked god I had my strong hands. For several times, I nailed her against the wall. She did not mind the cold tiles brushing her naked body and I did not feel the pain of her weight penetrated through my thighs. On her second moan, the floor tiles was wet. It was all jelly-like. The taps had run out of water. I tiptoed out of the room.

On the fifth day, I slowed the car, all thanks to the rain that started to pour. She looked at me, damn, those eyes, how many times they had closed from the wall. And her lips, she kissed me all over that could not last me another second. Even after the successive fourth time, she had the capability to take out every drop of me, the quantity remaining all the same.

I opened the door and she hitched the ride. I asked her expressively where she stayed. I waited for an amorous voice that could send shivers all through my vein. That one word could last me nail her permanently in my bathroom wall forever. I waited her to speak, my iron hot ears all lent to her.

My little concentration from the road diverted to look at her. She had not bothered to look at me. A quizical look, she took time and nodded her head. The same head I had held her pushing to cover my mouth. I saw her hands slowly raising higher up to her ears. Her fingers flagged. I went, huh. Her hands took to her mouth and fingers flagged. And I another, huh.

All the aphrodisiacs I made from her suddenly went off. My amorous lady was just deaf and dumb who needed a companionship of a human being. An animal just could show his small gesture by dropping her to a clinic which she visited every day, everyday.

A day at Sangaygang

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

The last day of Thimphu Tsechu took us to Sangaygang. The road was empty apart from a few of those tourist ferrying vehicles. We chose to sit under a tree on the side of foot trail. It was an anticipatory day for our plot was coming to an end. It meant a skeleton of a movie script would be formed. Flesh and blood awaited the next.

The leaves rustled. We were not concerned. We concentrated on the flipping sound of the chart papers.

And yet the leaves rustled. There was the reason to be concerned this time because I heard a murmur behind the bush. My old ears did not play the trick when Ngawang (Penstar) also heard the same.

I craned my neck and peeked through the colorful fallen prayer flags hanging across the branches of trees. Indeed it was colorful, I sighted a red robe. My hand signalled for him to have the glimpse. We retreated almost together. He had the company, a lady in tsechu dress.

"A monk and a lady?" I whispered.
"No no boss, they can't be," he whispered back.
"Why not?" I said.
"If they are, they would have shifted the place. They heard us coming," he replied.

There was logic in his words. They knew about our presence and they did not stir. But what the heck they were doing like a couple when the whole population of Thimphu was either at Tendrelthang or watching from their living rooms. I had my own logic.

"They did not panic to subdue our suspicion," I said after we settled back to our work. My friend doubtfully looked at me. "Let's finish our skeleton."

The excitement built up when we were almost through our work. "Flesh and blood will be next," he said triumphantly.

"Indeed," I could not agree more.

A cell phone rang. It was loud and clear, a melodic sound of Zhungdra. Her "Hellow" was louder than the ringtone.

I cupped my hands over my ears and concentrated towards the direction of sound. The strategy that I had learnt from a book on war by soldiers to grasp the sound waves helped overhear what she conversed.

"Yes, brother," she spoke. "I am fine, yes, I went, no, ok, baby is fine...." So far I was clueless. The next few moments she listened with utterances of only 'yeses' and 'nos'. I only waited if the person at the other end asked her where she was. The soldier in me got it right. "Brother, I am not at home," she said. "I am at Olakha, at a friend's house." My logic came to the conclusion.

The leaves rustled further more. They got up and walked away, deeper into the jungle. I threw the marker pen on the ground and sprinted to their place.

"Where are you going?" Penstar shouted.
"Well, you guessed it right, to see the trace of flesh and blood," I replied back.

This time too, the luck was not on my side. But my enthusiasm to put flesh and blood to the skeletal plot with renewed energy was only a consolation.

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