Lagi aaj saavan ki rhimjhim lari hai, Wahin aag seene mein phir jal rahi hai….This was the song that came to mind as I watched the rain downpour from my study room terrace with an umbrella.
Suddenly, I caught swift actions of a blurry white movement from the corner of my eyes. As I inspected more closely, it was her. She was dancing in the rain unaware of anyone watching her. She was smiling blissfully enjoying the rain droplets on her face. It seems today was the first day since her wedding that she was so carefree. She danced like a morni. As she twirled in the rain, her long locks moved as if they whiplashed my face with their wetness. I inadvertently touched my face in a natural reflex. Her clothes became a second skin to her, sticking and revealing her soft curves more than hiding them. She always dressed modestly, but the wet clothes had become clingy at the moment. I remembered the blessings my Beeji gave “Jawaaniyan Maan”. Trust me at the moment, I felt the impact of those words.
If I had to truly enjoy Beeji’s blessings, then that morni would be in my arms, I thought mischievously. I’d graciously help her out of her clothes, but that would be it! I wouldn’t give her spare dry clothing after drying her with the towel. Instead I’d have her pinned under me with my bed sheet covering us. I’d trail kisses all over her face down her collarbones, down her cleavage all the way down her navel where I’d bury my face. She’d softly protest, probably saying my name which would just serve to embolden me more. Her natural feminine shyness, her haiya would only be for me to witness and relish in. My hands would have mapped every inch of her body such that I’d be able to sculpt her with my eyes closed.
Unexpectedly she raised her eyes and saw me. Thank god she wasn’t able to discern my emotions. She on the other hand probably felt I was disapproving of her rain dancing, so she quietly went back inside to her room. I too followed suit, but to my washroom instead for a long cold shower. It was going to be another long night of unrequited desires.
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