She

I brought her home 4 months ago. Initially I was reluctant because of the high costs but then my friends and family managed to convince me. They said I needed someone who could manage my things and let them be in touch with me. And the rest was history. She had come to serve me, but it was she who made a slave out of me. She wove a magic over me so beautiful that we (rather I) became inseparable from her. She was everything (well almost) a man’s heart could desire, in his partner. Sauvé, sexy, polite, dark and intelligent. Over the next few weekends I practically disappeared from the social circles. All I could think was her; all I could do was to make love to her. It often left me listless and with burning eyes in the morning but then who cared?

I wake up in the middle of a cold night as an aftermath of a bad dream. My blanket is on the floor-obviously I have been stamping around in the dream. My eyes seek her. She looks so beautiful…her face silently playing one image after another. Maybe she is dreaming. There is so much of peace on her face that, reassured that nothing can go wrong I go back to sleep; again…wrapping my one arm around her warm body.

Morning, the first thing I do is to see her…or rather feel her well chiseled body lying against me…those curves that drive me crazy. I run my hands over his body, my fingers gliding and tickling her lovingly until she is sitting in an upright position. It’s only after that I open my eyes…my day doesn’t go well if I see something else…first thing in the morning. As I get ready for office, she sits right there on the bed eyeing me all the time. Often she breaks into a song, at other times shares the day’s news and then tells me how everyone is doing at home. If over the previous day she would have spoken to my mother she will reprimand me gently for not writing back home. I smile and say nothing. That’s the best part of our relationship. She lets me be when I don’t want to talk. She never questions me, gives me so much of space that I can easily fit the whole world into that.

I bid a sad goodbye while leaving for office. Sometimes I desire her so much that its hard to leave her back. In those difficult moments I ask her to come along. I tell her that no one will know and she can enter the office premises by taking a visitor card at the reception. She smiles sadly and shakes her head. No she cannot. Disappointed I take one last look at her and leave. Work keeps me occupied but then even if I have a few seconds I find myself thinking about her. I want to run back home but I restrain…patience, evening will come and then we will be together again, the meeting made sweeter by the distances that the day puts between us. Often like all other men, my eyes fall on another chick in office. Even in those moments I smile for “she” is the best. No comparisons either to her looks or to her memory. My heart swells with pride….

Its evening and I am just looking at the clock to strike 6 so that I can run back to her. But no, it’s Ashish’s birthday and since he stays in the same building as me they plan to celebrate at my place. I try to give some lame excuses that I don’t have a refrigerator stocked and other. My friends tell me that there is nothing to worry; we can buy a few cans of beer and some junk food on the way home. I hate them so much. All through the party I sit glum because of this unwanted crowd that has invaded my home. Even she looks a bit disappointed but doesn’t say a thing. My desires are exploding inside me so after every one is a bit drunk (so as not to mind an unnatural sight) I make her sit on my lap. The lights are dimmed and no one says a thing. We sit like this for the whole evening, our forms burning in liquid energy of love, but managing to keep the party and all that noise, thankfully at bay. It is as if she weaves a mesh of joy around me through which I can see and hear and even feel, but it’s different. Once in a while someone comes along and admires her. I show her off, for she is mine. Finally the party ends and its just the 2 of us and the empty beer cans that are left. The next day being a weekend, I decide to clean up in the morning. First things first. I need to set her mood right, give her time. She is patient and doesn’t complain and that makes me more guilty. Needless to say none of us sleep….

It’s in the wee hours of the morning, that she tells me that she is tired. Indeed she is…the intense love making had its toll…I can see that her body is feverish. Even I am tired…so we go to sleep. My dreams are filled with her (trust me; I no longer see those ugly nightmares). I wake up at around 11 AM. She is still sleeping. I tickle her, no response. I run my fingers over her, no response. Maybe she is still tired, so I let her sleep. I proceed for ablutions. Coming back, I realize that she isn’t still up. Now I am worried, what’s wrong? I shake her….she responds but not like everyday. She says good morning but then is not singing or talking to me. I must take her to the doctor. I set up a quick appointment and in the next 20 minutes I am carrying her in my arms to the car, for the trip to the hospital. There aren’t very many patients so it looks kinda ok. I am worried at it shows on my face and in my body language. Finally it’s our turn…

Doctor: Hello Mr. Singh, how can I help you today?
Me: Well you see, we have a problem- my laptop is not functioning properly. It was ok till yesterday night, infact till today morning and then it’s gone kinda slow. Plus the internet is not working.
Doctor: Let me have a look…if you don’t mind? What model it is?
Me: Sony Viao SD series. Its brand new, I brought it 4 months ago, still in warranty period. You must set it right, right now. What am I supposed to do for the whole weekend without the internet?
Doctor: Hmm….as far as I see, this should be ok in another half hour. I see that you need the updated version of the anti virus and the technician there is checking if all is ok with the data card. You can sit there at the reception, for all this while.
Me: Thanks doc for the quick help.

I go and sit there, keeping a watch all the time as to what the “doctors” were doing to my ravishing beauty. She looks back at me with the glazed feverish expression. Don’t worry sweetheart, you would be ok in a while and then we can start all over again. Love you!!