Tango in her eyes …..

       by  sweetnsimple

  © Copyright Sweetfactory. All Rights Reserved

She was pretty as can be….her eyes spoke of a million untold stories, stories which were longing to be savoured by a reader’s eye, her dark luscious mane spoke volumes and her kohl rimmed, doe shaped eyes were enough to drive any man crazy, she had something in her aura…like the fresh jasmines strewn at the florist’s kiosk…the young maiden’s simplicity and beauty bore a stark resemblance to the jasmine buds strewn on the swarthy flooring of the Temple’s footsteps ….raw, beautiful longing for someone to pick them up …

As the men rubbed past her in the crowded bylanes of the temple’s market, with another failed  attempt at savouring her temptous figure which was more like an aphrodisiac giving a vent to their sleeping libidos. One could sense the "Wild, uncontrollable, passionate desire"...in their eyes for her….which was also an understatement.

With every passing move, she couldn’t help shifting the focus of her eyes to a distant figurine of Lord Shiva and began praying meekly , “Oh Lord Almighty ! Save me …why did you make me a woman and bless me with so much beauty …Forgive my sins Shiva ! Bless me with a warrior Prince puhleeezzz !!!” Her prayers only reminded one of an 18th-century painting of a coquettish maiden longing to dally with a young moonstruck gallant.

It was the month of  February and with the onset of spring, her heart was flowering too…Sameer was returning from US and she was delighted with this thought. The matchmaker in the town had forwarded her profile to the High Court Magistrate’s household. Mr Puri, who served as a Magistrate in the High Court couldn’t help himself from ignoring the beauty’s pic.

He called Sameer back to India and when he did, he simply rejected the proposal without looking Sunaina’s pic.

Days passed and everyone forgot about Sunaina, the doe eyed beauty. Sameer got busy with setting up an IT business and months passed quickly….

                                                **********************

“It‘s so beautiful here !” , Sameer said to himself as the sky started pouring. Looking for a shelter in the dense forest , Sameer found a refuge outside a Temple’s footsteps, close to a Peepal tree.

As he sat below the gigantic Tree , he gazed at the beauty surrounding himself…the coo-cooh of the koel, the soft drizzling at the hillock with the soft and sultry ‘chan chan’ of a maiden’s anklets as a tone dripping pure innocence and sweetness inquired , “Hey there ! Are you Sameer …?”  as if she were planning nothing more risque than an evening listening to his Mozart collection CD.

“Yeahh !!!!”, Sameer replied softly as he was completely drooled over to see a doe eyed beauty with long, wet, open tresses.

“You seem to know me all” Sameer looked at her inquisitively

“I seem to know everything . The latest buzz… that is...Aren’t you Sameer , the son of Magistrate Saheb ?” , she asked tenderly as her words gave a new meaning to the phrase "open invitation."

Sameer accompanied her to the Temple nearby as the same became an abode for a new love story…

Days passed and soon the “open invitation” became an addiction for Sameer . He would wait every evening at 5.00 for Sunaina at the Temple’s footsteps lest she eloped with someone while searching her flip-flops. Sameer would sit outside and guard her chappals as she prayed in the Temple religiously.

Months passed like this and later that morning a curious development took place. When Sameer was ready to leave for home, Sunaina kissed him goodbye with a lot more passion than their usual goodbye kisses entailed. Her smile and the look in her eyes were definitely seductive. She took him into a tight embrace and ran her fingers through his hair while pressing herself firmly against him. When Sunaina finally backed away, she certainly projected a flirtatious, tantalizing demeanor.

She smiled coquettishly and leaned down and nibbled Sameer’s ear, then said in a soft, sultry voice, "Well, how was that for a birthday present?"

“Ohhhh !!! You seem to know this too …my birthday” Sameer said in a crisp voice.. a s they flopped onto the fields and made rapturous love.  

The consecutive days were hard for Sameer as he waited outside the parched ground of the Temple for Sunaina with dry lips…. Sunaina seemed to have gone in oblivion amidst the dark, forest greens.

A couple of weeks past, Sameer asked the Temple priest about her wherabouts

The Priest told Sameer about the landlord’s daughter, Sunaina and it was the germ of a new idea …

Sameer knocked the old, wooden door of a dingy hut with an earthy flooring….An old man opened the door with a candle in his hands

“Who’s this ??” , the man spoke in a shaky voice which seemed to crack with his treambling  limbs.

“I’m Sam…e e r” ….he said

Sameer couldn’t help asking about Sunaina, as his eyes stared the ceiling transfixed…

“Sunainaaaaa….why do you ask???” asked the old man

She died a year back out of humiliation.

“Humiliation….whhhhhhaaaaat ?” Sameer said

She committed suicide when the mental trauma affected her badly.

You rejected the proposal right away while she had been weaving rosy dreams.

"But I still love you more…." she said, smiling sweetly again.

 "Happy birthday, darling. I really do love you."   

Many lives , many mansions…..and I will come again to wish you a ….

“Happy Birthday”  

* Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,*

      But by the moments that take our breath away