How surprised I was when I saw her lips contort, was she going to cry or was trying to avoid an unwanted coughing fit?
Oh! Sorry I forgot …..this is another enigma of yours which made me fall even madly in love with you. Which makes me forget everything , wait the entire day to share this half an hour with you in your posh office lounge having a special bean coffee.
Are you some unearthly beautiful lady?
Someone i won’t meet again in my life?
Am I attracted to the high paying job you have? The respect you command, and the brilliant ideas that you conceive?
A half bangaleshi , half Indian, yes.. you definitely have those timeless Bengali assets which I have heard during my Mass communication days.
I have used the word “Babes” often to indicate for ravishing female flaunting the recent fashion trend, but for you “Babes” is not appropriate. May be you are just way too sophisticated for any such sobriety. Your name, more precisely your last name seems to be the perfect word to address you.
You are three years older to me, and you sound and sense even older than that , but then why do I skip on my really astounding girlfriend to come before time and wait for you.
The simple idea that you will be here in sometime gives an excitement, ( a somewhat non sexual one) . yes! I have never fantasized you anyway,
But the idea that you will sit next to me, smile with your eyes, make those sarcastic eye movements and accidentally touch my hand gives me more pleasure than any orgasm has ever given me in 26 years.
You are 30, single mother, epitome of pristine feminism, you are my mentor, my guide, I should respect you. But then why do I fail to keep your thoughts at bay the entire day?
I think you have the worse lips in this entire planet, maybe because of the accident you had , but still the brilliance with which you bit them showing surprise make me go crazy in my head.
“MAY I INTERUPT YOU?”- she said in her typical acquired accent. Bit fake but far better than the original one.
“NO, I MEAN YES, YES” – I fumbled and missed dropping my mug by millisecond.
THE SANDWICHES OF MY OFFICE ARE NEVER GRILLED, I AM SO TIRED OF THIS BAKED BREAD AND SAME MAYO, I WANT A CHANGE, CHANGE OF TASTE, YOU KNOW”-( she)
“ YES, EVEN I WANT A CHANGE, WANT TO CHANGE MY AGE , GROW OLDER SO THAT I CAN CALL YOU BY NAME,
INCREASE MY HEIGHT SO THAT I CAN STAND BY YOUR SIDE WITHOUT BEING CONCIOUS; LOOK SMARTER, (IF NOT BECOME), TO MATCH UP WITH YOUR POWER. GET A BETTER PAY SO THAT I CAN BUY YOU SOMETHING YOU DON’T HAVE. I WANT A CHANGE, CHANGE OF LIFE , YOU KNOW”. I thought in my mind , struggling to keep off my shortcoming from becoming even more prominent.
I LOVE THE WIND YOU KNOW , Love it when it brushes across my face. It makes me feel younger, virgin and fresh.
And as for me , I don’t know what else I love except u , what else makes me feel young , virgin and fresh
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