Chocolate Addictions

Chocolate Addictions

Typical story nothing new. She was my mate in school; Nothing special between us two. Schooling years ended; So did our acquaintances. Never a thought of her bothered me in any way. So was she I guess; happy and content without me.

Years later, I met her in our neighborhood. A cute little shop she owned, I was surprised to see the fine chocolatier she had learned to be. As such I didn’t really relish chocolates, on friend’s insistence I had been to the shop, to placate in some unique creations she had crafted. Crunchy nutty flavors to aromatic flower palates, I tried almost every gourmet chocolate preparation she had perfected.

I don’t really know what frequented my visits to her, was it the temptations of delicate chocolates she created or the warmth my heart felt, when together we chatted. In her eyes I could see the passion for her work, in her voice I could feel the spirit of her dreams, she always smelt of sweet indulgences, and her touch was always so tantalizing to all my senses. My regular meets with her, was definitely turning me to a hopeless chocoholic.

What she liked about me, I can only say  lady luck was being kind to me. She once told, I was different than all others she had met in life. A man with a kind heart, smart with an infectious smile. A man who made her smile for no reason. I never knew I had all these traits. But to hear from her was like winning all battles of life. A smart woman she was, her judgments, made me proud a bit. Our growing closeness was changing me in so many aspects, I never imagined.

It had been a year since we had met. So was the first anniversary of her shop “Sweet Connections’. We decided to celebrate it quietly, privately, under the skies vastness and close to oceans mightiness. A bottle of champagne and some handmade chocolates, watching the beautiful sunset, life seemed so complete, with all emptiness erased. We kissed, we loved, we completed our togetherness. Playfully, she teased me, I took a bite of chocolate from her mouth, the bitterness of dark chocolate as it melted, never tasted so good. When I held her unclad, running my fingers from her bosom to navel, around her waist, I could hear her heart throb and then then she would pull me close to her, moving her hands across my back, caressing my neck, nibbling my earlobe and moisten my lips with tip of her tongue. Romancing as you love, is what I learned from her.

 

Years have passed, her shop’s still there, now famous for the best chocolates of the town. Lucky man her husband is. I hope he never gets addicted to her sweetness like I did. An addiction that changed me to aggressive possessive lover, scaring the relation with bitterness, spoiling my every beautiful dream.

Illusions

Illusions

She looked absolutely amazing. The pink flared skirt, golden net top and dangling jhumkas adorned her slender body. Her smooth silky hair carelessly, left open, teased her as she spoke.  She seemed bit nervous in the beginning. But gradually her confidence shone as she presented the achievements of her team.  Her team was awarded the best team of the year, that Diwali.

 

I was not really ambitious as such. But enjoyed my work and my team was wonderful. We were selected as best team that year and each one had to present our role in work. I was bit nervous about everything, what to say, how to act, what to wear. I chose my favourite pink skirt and golden top. The presentation went well. He too congratulated me, we spoke for the first time.

 

I congratulated her, but intimidated by her, left dumb folded. I wanted to say lot, had planned, rehearsed, several times in my head. But as we shook hands, my abilities of brain started to fail. She smiled said thank you and moved ahead.

 

He didn’t say much. Just said “well done”. I hoped it could have been a longer conversation. As we shook hands, I wished he could ask more, about my project, about my work, which could eventually lead to some lighter conversation. Which would eventually lead to some new friendship, I hoped for. But it was just “well done”, that’s all.

 

Her friend was absent , she was having her lunch alone in canteen. I grabbed that opportunity, I had to, and I had wasted enough time. She didn’t flutter even an eye lid, as I sat across her. I hesitantly said “hello”. She smiled responded back warmly don’t remember what I spoke, but we were conversing, that’s all mattered to me. Following days, again she was alone, lady luck was with me may be. Conversation over lunches and life changes.

 

I saw him approaching towards my table. I so wished, he would sit with me and have lunch. He did. I was frozen. “Hello” he said, and I smiled, we spoke, things about work mostly. This was his 5^th year in the company and my first. We spoke about different policies, projects it was interesting. He was polite, respectful towards me .I made sure my friend didn’t accompany for lunch anymore, hoping he would sit with me again, and it happened. Our conversations slowly weaving the net of friendship.

 

She was as lovely as she appeared. Soft spoken, smart, funny, intimidating to me, but I was learning to cope with it. I was totally different person when with her, not fake but different. I was more introvert, spoke less, less expressive, more thoughtful, and calmer. May be a storm of emotions was slowly building up in me.  She was lively, her eyes dazzled whenever she talked and I just gazed. But when I gazed, she used to look away, I was such a creep.

 

He was intimidating. I felt comfortable with him, or may be  crazy. A different shade of me surfaced whenever I was him. I let down my guards, I was more expressive, more submissive, a total contrast to my personality. He was quiet most times, maybe he felt I was too childish. But when he gazed, my heart beat faster, it made me fumble, I looked around to hide my emotions new to me too.

 

Sometimes I did feel she liked me, or maybe it was a desperate hope in me that made me think so. I always looked for signs or hints, to confirm my belief. It was her birthday, she had mentioned a week before. I wanted to make her feel special, wanted to wish her at stroke of 12. I wanted to, I didn’t, what would she think, what if she didn’t like it, what if she started avoiding me, I played safe. Over lunch I wished her. I had bought her a small key chain. I wanted to give her. But couldn’t gather courage to hand it over , it stayed hidden in my pocket. She said she was going out with friends for dinner. I was just a colleague.

 

Did he even consider me as a good friend? If not a close bond, I hoped I would at least be his confidant. I was my birthday, he knew, I had intentionally told him a week before, a hint very clear. I wished he would wish me at 12, I wanted to hear his voice. He didn’t. At lunch we were just talking about usual thing, he coldly wished, asking me what was I doing for my special day. I had no plans, I didn’t know what to say. I lied, dinner plan with friends.

 

I had to go overseas for project. It was great opportunity, I was excited.She was the first one to the news. I wanted to see her reaction,wanted to gauge , how my absence would affect her, I was anxious. As I told her, it didn’t make any difference at all. Good I was going overseas, a change I needed, to wipe out what I felt for her.

 

Over lunch today he told me about his overseas assignment. He was very excited seemed very anxious about his new journey. I was bit taken aback. Nothing more he said. Reality struck me, I was just a lunch mate. I congratulated him, told him I was looking for job change for some better prospects, I lied again. I had to start it soon, to overcome my feelings for him.

 

They bid each other good bye, wishing each other the best from bottom of their hearts, going separate ways.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Red Lip Woman

The Red Lip Woman

Her favourite colour was off course red

And it matched her plum red lips perfect.

I was intrigued to see her in the café daily

Her striking red shine made me smile gaily.

The red creased marks on her cup I wished then I could read

To find if ever I could have a place in her life by any means.

With every passing day her presence was more daunting

The urge to know closely, now was impending.

With fumbled words and blabbers I introduced myself

She smiled at my foolishness, not saying a word about herself.

Days after that were a bit awkward, a bit lull

As she walked passed me, I like always starring at her like fool dull.

The thought of not knowing her ever, made be anxious, restless

But who knew her red lipstick would be my saviour in this case.

Her smudged red lips gave me chance to strike again a conversation

As she was bit embarrassed and surprised at my observation.

Days, months passed, we slowly bonded

I felt finally almighty had my wishes responded.

I still remember the night, with bursting romance in the air

Sealed by her red lip marks on my chest bare,

She  kissed me passionately holding me close to her  un-robed bosom

As I whispered in her ears “love you madly my precious, red lip,enchanting woman”.

Truly loved by a woman is a feeling of ecstasy

My innocent want, she now was my love my everlasting need eventually!!!!

Treasured Moments

Treasured Moments

Amelia stuffed her bag with the files and wrapped up her work. She stepped out, glanced above. The dark clouds were spreading out fast. Amelia raced with the clouds to reach the bus stop. But alas!! Soon she could feel the cloud mocking at her.Huge droplets of water showered on her.The bus stop was still at a distance. She had to hurry before she looked like bird dipped in water. To make the matter worse, her bag strap flung in the air and the files scattered, ready to melt away in the puddle. Amelia rushed to gather her files. She blamed herself “how could she forget an umbrella on such a stormy day”. She could see the people waiting near the bus. Amelia thought “probably they are making fun of me to be so careless”. She tried to ignore her thoughts and started collecting the files.

“Take your time, don’t hurry” a soothing voice distracted her activity.
She turned around; a charming young man was sheltering her with his umbrella.
“Thanks, that’s very kind of you” Amelia mumbled. She was too embarrassed to say anything further.
She quickly gathered her files and then noticed the young stranger. He was quiet attractive with expressive deep blue eyes.
“Oh jeez probably I look like a half dead fish now “She thought.
“Bad day to forget an umbrella” he beamed.
Amelia smiled back.

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It was raining cats and dogs. It was late afternoon but the clouds had shadowed the sun. Amelia leaned on her bedroom window, with her palm rested on the tinted glass, trying to feel the dancing droplets. Keith walked in, wrapped her in his left arm and placed his right palm on hers.

“Isn’t it a beautiful day” he said.
Amelia mockingly replied “Is it. I don’t think many will agree with you. Usually people prefer clear sunny days”
“It’s a perfect day for me, remember months ago, thanks to the rains and thanks to your carelessness, I found you. So I always love when it rains.”
He turned her around, picked her up and kissed her lips delicately.
She closed her eyes, surrendered to his love and murmured “yes it is a perfect day and it was a beautiful day when we first met.”
“lets go for a drive” said Keith.
“Now??.. Fine” replied Amelia.
They got in the car, Keith turned on the music. It was Amelia’s favourite, unchained melody-the righteous brothers. She smiled at Keith, and immersed herself in the beautiful music. Keith drove to a near by lake. The rain had eased now. The lake looked beautiful sheathed in a curtain of light showers.
“Lets walk down to the lake” Keith expressed.
“In this rain, you are crazy”, but Amelia could not refuse and stepped out with Keith.
They walked for some time quietly, curled up, enjoying the drizzles
Keith said “Wait here Amee,I will be back”
Amelia was puzzled at Keith’s behaviour. Before she could question Keith rushed towards the car. He grabbed an umbrella and handed it to Amelia.
“Remember this umbrella” asked Keith
Amelia smiled and nodded.
“Open it Amee”
“We are already soaked, what’s the use now”
“Please, open it”
Amelia opened the umbrella and soft rose petals descended on her, she felt like tiny little butterflies floating in the air and kissing her tenderly. Delighted when she looked for Keith, he was on his knees, holding a beautiful ring.
“Will promise to be with me till eternity” asked Keith
Amelia smiled.

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It was soon going to rain. Melina picked up her son from the school. They drove to the hospital. Melina picked up some flowers on the way. It was Melina’s father’s 4th death anniversary. Melina and her son entered the Psychiatric ward. Melina entered her mother’s room. Her father’s picture was besides her mothers table. She adored the picture with her beautiful blue eyes and kissed it. She kept the bouquet there and looked for her mother. It had started raining heavily now. She inquired the nurse where her mother was. The nurse smiled and replied “Its raining where do you think your mother must be now”. Melina approached the garden area. Amelia was sitting there in a wheel chair, her wrinkled face lit up and her eyes twinkled as she gazed at rain , holding an old umbrella in her hand.