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CHAPTER 3
The camera came alive in Rishab's hands. He made it to move and breathe like a new born baby when the lens snapped. He even talked with them and treated them lady like. He had once told Mayra that holding his Canon or his ES digital was like holding a woman in his arms. Instead of being insulted or insulting him, she put him in his place with a laughter and a snide remark saying " you have to work on your love life, Rish."
He laughed too, with her, though he did feel an intimacy with all his cameras. Not a sexual connection but a connection never the less, he never felt for anything else.
And his love life was just fine. He adored women in his life, especially his mother and sister - had female friends through the years and enough girlfriends to satisfy him, though he did wish sometimes that he find a woman , he could settle down with.
Seeing through the lens of his digital, he brought along with him on his walk on the beach. He photographed the morning dew on the leaves and colourful stones. He looked over the waters on the sea , at the morning dawn. He snappedinrappid succession at the fierce outbust of myriad of colours of the sunrise, but he waiting for a perfect shot, his heart told told him was to come, which would be prize winner.
It came, like it always did, a crystal moment when he captured the seagulls flying across the morning sun over the horizon. Moments like these prickled his skin, increased his heart beat and sqeezed his throat.
"There you go, sweetheart," he whispered to his camera.
"That's it,...honey. We got it, don't you think so?"
As he scanned the beach, his gaze caught on a series of footsteps on the muddy shoreline.
"Okay baby, lets get this." He took several pictures of the footprints till he heard a motor boat on the sea. He photographed it too. And the horizon where a fusion of colours from pink to reds to yellows to oranges could be seen.
"Talk about breathtaking."
Deciding he'd hadenough, he made his way back to the house. He was dying for his coffee by the time he reached there. He unlocked the gate, but caught sight of a figure in the woods over the far end of the beach. He was too far to see who it was with a naked eye, but when he lifted the camera and zoomed in, he got a clear view of her through the lens.
Her long curly tresses were tied up with a band, but the wind was creating a riot with them by plastering her hair around her face and shoulders;
"God."
She wore a tight fitting tank top and even tighter pants that ended at her calves.
"Holy hell, she did know how to kill with the dressing."
And she was moving...he recognized the routine as yoga. His gut told him to snap the camera...
Head held high, arms at her side and legs rooted to the ground, she looked like greek statue.
Arms overhead.
A graceful bend and almost a dive.
Up again, facing straight, chest forward and sternum high.
On all fours andarms out, she raised her butt up, held the position a long time. Rishab was impressed.
Standing up she put all her weight on one leg and bent the other leg at her knees, raised her hands over her head to hold the palms together; her top hiked up.
Through the zoom, he could see her creamy skin; just below her breast cup to her naval button. He felt like a voyeur, but kept snapping.
By now his mouth was dry.
She then stood again on her two's, then arched her body to a backbend, the contour of her breasts thrust up into the air.
And Rishab's whole body tightened. Mesmerized he watched and snapped, watched and snapped till she finished her routine. Still at a distance he sank into the sand and stared out at the waters.
Coffee forgotten, he felt another need pulse through him. A very male need...
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