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Pg 102 - was really really hot
Pg 105 - it was nice to get a peak into Shiv's thought..
Pg 105 - it was nice to get a peak into Shiv's thought..
a very beautiful update....
The Final Hour
"Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we
can't strike them all by ourselves; we need oxygen and a candle to help. In
this case, the oxygen for example, would come from the breath of the person you
love; the candle would be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that
engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches. For a moment we are
dazzled by an intense emotion. A pleasant warmth grows within us, fading slowly
as time goes by, until a new explosion comes along to revive it. Each person
has to discover what will set off those explosions in order to live, since the
combustion that occurs when one of them is ignited is what nourishes the soul.
That fire, in short, is its food. If one doesn't find out in time what will set
off these explosions, the box of matches dampens, and not a single match will
ever be lighted."
Excerpt from Like Water for Chocolate - by Laura Esquival
She
never truly slept that night; she floated in and out of different realms and could
no longer tell which one was her dream and which one was her reality… there were
like a kaleidoscope, merging into one and then splitting into a thousand all at
the same time…
During one such surreal sojourn, she finally found out which reality held her physical body… the music that had been playing all through the night in the rhythms of the cello and the saxophone changed rather suddenly and a flute came in with an entirely different melody… one that shouldn't have been on her jazz playlist… one that she knew the words to…
Raat ka Nasha Abhi, Aankh se Gaya Nahin…
It had not been six or eight hours… it had been exactly seven and a half… that was when the last remnants of Akira's potion had left her system…
Tera Nahseela Badan, Baahon ne Chhoda Nahin…
Her eyes opened slowly as the appropriately misplaced song continued to climb in crescendo, floating over her…
Aankhen to Kholi Magar, Sapna Woh Toda Nahin…
She lay still as she tried to figure out how she felt now…
Haan Wohi, Woh Wohi
Saason Pe Rakha Hua Tere Honton Ka, Sapna Abhi Hai Wahi
All she could feel was him… he was everywhere… his arm was laying over her waist… his warm chest was against her back… his lips were right against her shoulder, not quite touching… just teasing with a slow stroking of his breaths… he was inside her head too, in her dreams, in all the thousand realities that she had just returned from… he was in every cell, molecule, atom, and every charged particle that made up everything that she was…
His breathing was even, but she knew that he was not asleep… he was waiting her out… the room was still dark, but there was a blue stream just starting to come in through the window… dawn was almost upon them… and yet…
Raat ka Nasha Abhi, Aankh se Gaya Nahin… the woman's voice repeated just then and she was absolutely sure that nothing in this world happened by chance… nothing… probability was just a fallacy… there had been one in a million chance that she and Shiv would get married and yet here they were… there was one in ten million chance that she would demand him to make love to her and yet, here they were… and there was one in a hundred million chance that she would crave his touch so soon after the aphrodisiac had left her body and after the night that they had shared, and yet, here she was…
She wondered if he knew that her body was no longer a slave to sensation… they had not quite reached the eighth hour mark yet… she could potentially pretend.... no, no… she quickly chastised herself for even thinking such a thing… she was not so quickly weakened by temptation… but then she remembered something that she had read from Oscar Wilde's Ideal Husband,
"Do you really think, Arthur, that it is weakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terrible temptations which it requires strength, strength and courage, to yield to."
Who was she to go against such wise thoughts, she asked herself… she would allow herself just this one act of temptation that required strength and courage…
Strength and courage were powerful words, she realized… especially when it meant deceiving Shiv, the master of seduction… she decided then that less was more and closed her eyes again before pretending to fidget in her sleep and thereby accidentally moving back closer to him. His arm that had been lying across the side of her waist moved along with her motion, but before she could do anymore, the same arm slid back in a more deliberate movement to bring her even closer to him… and this time, she didn't have to pretend or deceive as an unintentional sigh escaped her lips…
He turned her around to face him then… as she raised her eyes to his, she finally knew what the difference was between the last seven and a half hours and now… his gaze was too intense now that she wanted to look away, whereas she had felt no such compunction before… and when he touched her, rather than touching him back with all the passion that she had shown during their long night, she couldn't help but be overwhelmed now, only having the strength to receive, not give back…
She hadn't realized that she had looked away from his gaze until he brought it back to him by tipping up her chin. He kissed her then and she felt the pleasure of it shoot through her chest and down her spine and she felt as if she was drowning in him... She brought her hands up between their lips to pull herself away. He didn't appear surprised and that was when she knew that he knew... he knew that this was her and her alone… no more little plants of mischief making her crazy for his touch… but rather than withdraw like she thought he would, he gently brought up her hand to kiss the pad of each finger… just like he had done that day months ago… the first time she had realized that she was aroused by his touch…
His lips traveled down to her wrist and she gasped… she was sure that her oversensitivity was some strange withdrawal effect of the aphrodisiac… that had to be the reason for the tingling that she felt all over, everywhere he touched and everywhere her skin anticipated his touch…
She remembered that Laura Esquivel's Dr. John Brown in Like Water for Chocolate had said that everyone was born with a box of matches inside them that they couldn't light by themselves. That something came along to light those matches one by one until everything in you came alive… Even though she had been in love with the novel when she had read it, she had still been pragmatic enough to appreciate the use of magical realism and metaphor but accept that the whole sentiment was very much hyperbolic in how it defined passion and love. And yet, here it was… her entire body waiting, a string of matches, and he was lighting them one after another with each touch…
When he finally entered her as the dawn broke through in that final hour, she realized that he had been wrong earlier… what came in the eight hours before was nothing compared to this feeling… this natural high… it was infinitely sweeter and intoxicating to her soul than anything the aphrodisiac had done to her body, and it brought tears to her eyes rather than cries to her lips…
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