He smiled as he read the text written on the crumpled paper Swara threw at him.
'His lips like benzene,
I love to leave my carbon rings there,
so as he lays in his bed at night, drunk and tired-
He'd be sinking in my aroma,
along with the smoke of cigarette,
And he'd feel my heart pounding in his lips,
where my lips laid naked.'
'I didn't know you wrote poetry, Shona. Were you never going to tell me about this drunkard you fancy?', he raised his eyebrows questioningly, his eyes teasing the shocked expression she bore on her face.
'Wh-aaat?' she stammered.
He unfolded the paper and showed her the poem written over there. It must have been during one of her boring lectures she had jotted it down haphazardly, as the crosses and not so appealing handwriting hinted. He smiled when he thought of all the things she'd have had in her mind when she wrote those words, the images crossing her mind, the bubbling euphoria of feeling exhausted with words and yet the frustration that they didn't come out the way she wanted.
'Give that paper back to me at once, Laksh. And yes, I do fancy drunkards and that's none of your business', she said annoyingly. He handed her the paper at once, surprising her. She rolled her eyes non chalantly and spoke- 'Okay. Drunkards are brutal, honest and sometimes both at the same time. And unsatisfied. They want more and more. Sobers do not acknowledge the want- drunkards freely do. They can ridicule, be ridiculed and damn everything all at once where in the first place that 'everything' made them drunkards. Or they became drunkards because they aspired to. ', she looked at him for a while and seeing his puzzled expression, added- 'By the way, these are some very confidential thoughts. You aren't supposed to tell this to anyone or decode them or even interpret them.'
'So you say that things are the way because some people chose to be drunkards while some didn't. Your father chose to be one and so did your mother and so did you- and yet, in a different way. He chose the way that sung of no heroism but plain stupidity and recklessness- and you chose the selfless way- because you were insecure. Daadi is an old player and Ragini doesn't understand the dynamics of it well. Now, that's interesting.' Laksh said, quite solemnly.
'What crap!' Swara frowned.
'So you think I am brutally honest? I don't know why on earth I haven't received those carbon rings from you yet.' he smirked.
She smiled.
He was fascinated by her. Her flaws, her impulsiveness, her not-that-fanciful metaphors and he loved how she trusted him with her words. He was in love with her, no doubt. But that instant, he realized- she'd been in love with him more deeply than he ever understood. She hid it under a veil and when she would finally abandon it, he was certain he'd know how grateful he's to have fallen in love with her.
He smiled at his thoughts.
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