She was red!
I was in a hurry. We had not done for months. She got married recently. We had not done after that. It was not possible to meet her often as I worked in Ahmedabad, the godforesaken place. This time when I had gone to Myumbai for conference we sneaked out some time, her hubby was on a tour. In the night she said, "I got it just this morning dear! Please no!!" God-damn the periods, the night went without anything. I had to leave for a conference early in the morning.
As usual by practice I got up early. It was four thirty. I started my romantic tantrums. It took about half an hour or so for her to get ready. She was set now, we were gonna have. Through the open window cold breeze was coming, with it was the scent of Mumbai. The breeze from Arabian ocean carried with it the prayer of Arabian origin, "Allah O Akbar"! How long had it been!
How long had it been since the early morning breeze carried the prayer with it! Since I came to Ahmedabad, where all the Muslims stayed in a ghetto outside the city, I had never heard the prayer. It had been almost 2 years now. Venus, my dahling, was ready now, my mind had strayed. These bloody Ahmedabadis. The dastardly act! I have these colleagues, who can never rent a flat outside the ghetto. They did not sell or rent out the flats to Muslims here. Ashfaq, a very good product manager was arranged a false identity by our HR for a flat outside the ghetto. When he got married he moved out to Bangalore. Venus was crying, darling why are you being so nasty! Please be slow. I was apologetic, to Venus and to Ashfaq. The ghettos were real bad. Another colleague of mine, Zulfi stayed there - no good facilities. No schools nearby, no schoolbuses stopped there. His wife had to walk out into a Hidu locality for the school bus. One day an elderly gentleman advised her not to come into the locality everyday, people dont seem to be liking it. Venus was a kind of enjoying my vigour. "Gavin is never as aggressive" she said.
Thought of Gavin! Strayed my mind back by a couple of years, when I had met Venus for the first time. We met during early morning jog, in Lalbagh, Bangalore. Allah O Akbar was there when we met. I kind of liked her and we were on. Lalbagh, the largest garden in Bangalore, spread across 256 acres offers several shadowy places where you can do what you want. Once in a while the security fellow comes, you give him a twenty bucks and he becomes your guard and you have all the security! She liked my aggression. I thank Allah O Akbar, a different tone this time. The disturbance of serenity? Nope, who cares. I said, these bastards have a strategy. You shout all across the world at a given time, the world is yours man! What an invasion of the world and sound of ultimate conquest. I hated the sound, the sound that I missed today, I pitied today. Venus enjoyed my aggression, the ultimate winner!?! She introduced me to Gavin in Lalbagh after a few days, when I started to become emotional after her.
Thank Allah! Venus likes my aggression.
I was in a hurry. We had not done for months. She got married recently. We had not done after that. It was not possible to meet her often as I worked in Ahmedabad, the godforesaken place. This time when I had gone to Myumbai for conference we sneaked out some time, her hubby was on a tour. In the night she said, "I got it just this morning dear! Please no!!" God-damn the periods, the night went without anything. I had to leave for a conference early in the morning.
As usual by practice I got up early. It was four thirty. I started my romantic tantrums. It took about half an hour or so for her to get ready. She was set now, we were gonna have. Through the open window cold breeze was coming, with it was the scent of Mumbai. The breeze from Arabian ocean carried with it the prayer of Arabian origin, "Allah O Akbar"! How long had it been!
How long had it been since the early morning breeze carried the prayer with it! Since I came to Ahmedabad, where all the Muslims stayed in a ghetto outside the city, I had never heard the prayer. It had been almost 2 years now. Venus, my dahling, was ready now, my mind had strayed. These bloody Ahmedabadis. The dastardly act! I have these colleagues, who can never rent a flat outside the ghetto. They did not sell or rent out the flats to Muslims here. Ashfaq, a very good product manager was arranged a false identity by our HR for a flat outside the ghetto. When he got married he moved out to Bangalore. Venus was crying, darling why are you being so nasty! Please be slow. I was apologetic, to Venus and to Ashfaq. The ghettos were real bad. Another colleague of mine, Zulfi stayed there - no good facilities. No schools nearby, no schoolbuses stopped there. His wife had to walk out into a Hidu locality for the school bus. One day an elderly gentleman advised her not to come into the locality everyday, people dont seem to be liking it. Venus was a kind of enjoying my vigour. "Gavin is never as aggressive" she said.
Thought of Gavin! Strayed my mind back by a couple of years, when I had met Venus for the first time. We met during early morning jog, in Lalbagh, Bangalore. Allah O Akbar was there when we met. I kind of liked her and we were on. Lalbagh, the largest garden in Bangalore, spread across 256 acres offers several shadowy places where you can do what you want. Once in a while the security fellow comes, you give him a twenty bucks and he becomes your guard and you have all the security! She liked my aggression. I thank Allah O Akbar, a different tone this time. The disturbance of serenity? Nope, who cares. I said, these bastards have a strategy. You shout all across the world at a given time, the world is yours man! What an invasion of the world and sound of ultimate conquest. I hated the sound, the sound that I missed today, I pitied today. Venus enjoyed my aggression, the ultimate winner!?! She introduced me to Gavin in Lalbagh after a few days, when I started to become emotional after her.
Thank Allah! Venus likes my aggression.
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