It was 7:16 in the evening I was almost done stuffing bag for tomorrow's trip, sorted all clothes which Sunita the maid was supposed to get pressed! My clothes were stuffed in almirah as virgin as I saw them this morning how well Sunita took care of their chastity!
At times I am jealous of her ability of controlling the temptation to write off her duties!
I wanted to get done with all preparations before she comes so the brain was in highly optimized state prioritizing all activities and assigning highly optimistic timelines to them! So shaving was the first priority as I wanted to present her the best of me!
So me started shaving with eyes running every now and then on the mobile which was somehow adjusted on washbasin and trying to play courageously with gravity and support reaction by antique washbasin tap and trying to be indifferent towards irresistible lust of falling on ground!
It was so difficult for me to convince myself for the trip, didn't want to believe that this trip will be any good to me .. yes I was chosing to not believe! Like all of us have our freedom to believe and not believe!
And then there was this beep-beep and face of mobile brightened… there is something special about this beep-beep … it brews a hope! Think of the moment just before you press the button to identify the sender and the message … millions of thoughts rush into head and immediate response of your's to all of them! Its like the state of orgasm where you really want to prolong the moment and again you would like to reach the ecstasy as soon as possible! So it was her message asking very casually if I have reached home.. yes of course I have reached home what else she thought .. will I go to Eden Garden first and run after the crazy ball which is desperate to embrace the boundary and get the virgin kiss of its life ? Didn't she know that I have to go and wont be able to see her for don't know how many days? But anyways I was at home and smsed her the same. At times I wonder if I was in love with this lady in pre-historic Stone Age era, I must have been the inventor of mobile phone!
Now the second priority was getting the pilled up clothes …ran down to istriwala and as usual told him bout urgency of the situation which implied that he needs to deliver within two hours else chances are very high that there might be a Tsunami in Pipavav cause chetan cudnt manage to be there in time! I am in habit rather a compulsive habit of exaggeration..but anyways the istriwala gentleman was very much convinced that he is the Savior! May be for the first time in his life he must have felt this important about himself and his coal fed ironing equipment which looks to me as is we still are paying homage to the guy who first invented steam engine! So his face beaming with divine light and he promised the my colthes will be pressed and delivered at my plce before I leave for airport ANYHOW!!! I smiled and wondered how nice it must have been to be him…who can feel so alighted and happy and will adopt a faith just because a stranger has told him something that too a careless exaggeration! But again its good to have faith!
I stride back towards my room.. thoughts pregnant with hope that I open the door and find her there hiding behind the curtain trying to play some pranks on me … was there a hope or I was dreaming .. I think it was a dream as I enjoyed the thought …the moment!!
Dream is virtual realization of hope aren't they? In these dreams we live our hope..its so much of pleasure we can dictate, direct and shape the destiny! It's bliss to know the art of day dreaming!
But madam wasn't there and honestly I didn't mind that because I lived the moment ..I had my time ..my orgasm …my pleasure …. Can you see now I can enjoy my time with you without you being around me ??
At times its so difficult to judge if I love her or I love her in my dream…whom do I hate Do I hate anyone…aren't all my hatred and love inside me only …. Ain't I too self centered …having a world of my own where all faith is my own ..all dreams of my own … Did I ever meet her or may be I just saw her once ……
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