Chapter 3
SELF DEMOLITION
She stared at the ceiling fan while the act was on. The sound of the ceiling fan helped her un-listen the moans of her lover who was trying to leave a few love marks on her body. He is indeed a great lover. But she was on a different planet today. While he gently kissed her neck and slid to her bosom, she was reminded of a sunrise she had viewed once. She had unzipped her tent and put her neck out almost like a tortoise peeping out of its shell, to smell the wet mountain grass. She stumbled upon the glistering rays of the sun, and stayed transfixed. That day too, her lover's hand hovering underneath her sweat shirt did not quite register. She had crawled out of her tent and had slowly started walking barefoot to the edge of the cliff. Suddenly she found a set of arms holding her from behind and a gentle voice whispering in her ear,"Darling, you're too close." As she turned towards him mindful now, of her surroundings, she realised that he was standing in front of her with his socks on. He must have rushed out of the tent.
A sudden wail escaped Nina; her spine suddenly unable to bear the weight of her mind. He had carried a breathing bag with him for her to breathe into. "How did he even think about it? Or is he always thinking(worrying) about it? Why am I doing this to him?" Nina's thoughts accompanied her heavy breathing. There was a lot of water of various densities streaming down her eyes, her nose and her mouth. She turned to see the sun rays yet another time.
She suddenly realised that the sound of the fan was gone. And she found herself swallowing water. She looked around for a moment and found a few books on the floor, and so were her specs. Not cracked, but on the floor amid the books that might have found their way to the floor from her bedside table. She felt a kiss on her forehead and a hand taking away the tumbler that she was holding close to her mouth.
How much more will he continue to gather her broken bones?
SELF DEMOLITION
She stared at the ceiling fan while the act was on. The sound of the ceiling fan helped her un-listen the moans of her lover who was trying to leave a few love marks on her body. He is indeed a great lover. But she was on a different planet today. While he gently kissed her neck and slid to her bosom, she was reminded of a sunrise she had viewed once. She had unzipped her tent and put her neck out almost like a tortoise peeping out of its shell, to smell the wet mountain grass. She stumbled upon the glistering rays of the sun, and stayed transfixed. That day too, her lover's hand hovering underneath her sweat shirt did not quite register. She had crawled out of her tent and had slowly started walking barefoot to the edge of the cliff. Suddenly she found a set of arms holding her from behind and a gentle voice whispering in her ear,"Darling, you're too close." As she turned towards him mindful now, of her surroundings, she realised that he was standing in front of her with his socks on. He must have rushed out of the tent.
A sudden wail escaped Nina; her spine suddenly unable to bear the weight of her mind. He had carried a breathing bag with him for her to breathe into. "How did he even think about it? Or is he always thinking(worrying) about it? Why am I doing this to him?" Nina's thoughts accompanied her heavy breathing. There was a lot of water of various densities streaming down her eyes, her nose and her mouth. She turned to see the sun rays yet another time.
She suddenly realised that the sound of the fan was gone. And she found herself swallowing water. She looked around for a moment and found a few books on the floor, and so were her specs. Not cracked, but on the floor amid the books that might have found their way to the floor from her bedside table. She felt a kiss on her forehead and a hand taking away the tumbler that she was holding close to her mouth.
How much more will he continue to gather her broken bones?
