The Indian Dream, a short story

It’s warm... January morning sun is peeping out through the silky mauve curtain and splashes on the tiger fur blanket... It’s shining. I give my eyes a tender message so that it can open it little wider.

My ghoshh... Where am I?

It’s a beautiful room, wonderfully decorated. A cozy Bedroom everyone dream for. A 42 inch Plasma TV, three compartment wooden wardrobe, a classic tan polished bed, a two ton Split AC, switched of. No need of AC now. It’s January.

I try to pull my self little up on the bed. It seems that an ice pack is placed on my shoulder… Better stay in side the blanket. Try to figure which place is this. I think it’s my room, which I have rented for 7k per month. But who is the girl beside me. What a beautiful face she has. A smile at the corner of her lips, of her pink puffy lips shows that she must have a good night sleep. She is still in her dream world. I’m looking her closer now. She must be my wife. I can recognize her face. I dream about her. I always want to be with her, love her, make her the happiest woman in the world. She looks happy.

She is wearing a white Shirt. Hey this is my Shirt. I remember, I was wearing that one yesterday night at the party. What was the party for?? Ahhh.. !! Can’t remember. I’m still dozed I guess. The Vodka was too strong. Yes, it was party my friends had thrown to me. On my Promotion. Day before yesterday I assumed the responsibility of the Deputy Manager of the R&D facilities. Am I dreaming..?? It seems so perfect.
Her eyes are still closed. I lower myself to her. Touch her lips with mine. Her lips part and close again in a moment. I can see her strawberry lips making a curvature.

The beautiful coockoo clock at the wall, superbly painted in light teal, ticks in eight. Damn.. I’m late probably. In a jiffy I try to get up from the bed uncovering myself from the blanket when I felt a warm hand hold mine. It’s her. She almost inserts her nails in my upper arms and drags herself up to my shoulder, and without any delay she marks a bite on my ear lobe. A wave of sensation propels through my entire body. Holding me that way she whispered something. Something I die to hear everyday, It’s The magical three word, the dream “It’s Sunday, Honey” !!

A little bit of me

After the first post it took long 6 days to be back online. Office, Study (CAT preparation), Gym, Daily chores and all, kept me busy 24 hrs. Today is Saturday, no office, not even a classroom session for Algebra 4 and 5 due to ‘some unavoidable circumstance’, the whole day is left for me do some research on present World Food Shortage Scenario, or how US is recovering from the Sub Prime crisis, also a little bit headline work such as Euro 2008, Gujjar talk, what Mamatadi doing up there at Singur... What’s West Bengal Government’s stance on the unrest of North WB.

I’m little worried on the last headline. Some of my friends are from Siliguri/Jalpaiguri. I’m praying best for them and their family. I had a chance in one occasion to spend some time with them, what a beautiful and clean heart they got. Always ready to make you happy and comfortable, I never felt away from home when I spend those 2/3 days there.

Well, Coming back to Chennai, the city which first gave me ‘Bread and Butter’ (wow how nostalgic!!), Sorry a little correction here,, ‘Chicken and Juices’. Working in Some Software Giant in the Biggest Software campus of India (As told) in the middle of no where for around 1 year and 7months I discovered that Chennai is very fond of variety of fruit Juice and it compelled me to be addicted to the divine test of Faluda, Shakalaka Baby or Banana boons etc. BB being my personal favorite. That’s my bad habit, always moving away from the focus, though I’m very much conscious when I start diverting.

Yep, Where we are. yes yes.. Chennai around 1400 km(I may be incorrect) away from my native place Kolkata, I learnt some basic lessons which I never experienced while staying in the comfort of own home, Hunger being in the top of the chart. My Parents, Uncles and Aunts never let me introduce to the reality of the word. I read it in some text book while studying in some 3^rd or 4^th standard the hunger is kind of biological state of all living being when they must need to feel her stomach or cell with something called food, without which that living organism may lose it’s live. The lesson made me able to cook. And what’s that- Boiled rice, boiled dal, boiled egg. To spice my meal I was very good at adding some pickle or potato chips. Believe it or not I have lived on just the same menu for over a year in Chennai.

I think I’m getting late. Got to go..
Tomoorow is a Mock CAT, need some prep.