Aparupadha Rathri-1

It was the twilight, just about the time sun goes down and the moon shows up. I was atop the hill and kept gazing at the sun who playacted a chameleon and showed all Colours of the wind. All of a sudden I had this feeling that he wants to say something, a secret that I ought to know, I could guess that he was trying to forecast something. Before I could read more into his signals he was all set to go away .He just gave me one of those ‘Mona Lisa ’smiles and the next moment he was gone.

A second later I could see the moon coming up all happy and dancing. She was full that evening and was feeling fresh as if she just had a bath in milk and roses, she was beautiful, and as I was just about to smile at her, she also started sending me betokens that something waited to strike me. She was blushing. I really was caught in a spoof, and all of a sudden I had this feeling that someone was standing at the back and awaited my attention. I turned back to verify and had a shock of my life.

All of my fellow mates were gone and at a certain distance, I could see a soul standing. I squinched only later to realize that the figure I was looking at was quite familiar and it coincided with that of my soul mate.

I was thrown into such emotions, that I could barely stand on my feet. Paulo Coehlo had once said “If you really want something, the nature conspires to have that thing ready for you” .I really was missing her and Paulo’s words resounded in my mind.

She felt the same sort of vibrations that I was going under and I could sense the feeling that she too missed me a lot. That was the ultimate moment of my life. Destiny meant nothing more than to have her rest her head on my chest and listen to my heartbeat. It suddenly started drizzling and the aura had this sweet smell of love in it.

She was draped in a blue saree. It was plane and sparse, but thick enough to hide her beauteous frame. She looked perfect, I started wondering if she’s ever going to let me get a few glimpses of her inside. That’s when the wind blew swift, fast enough to drag the saree away from her to reveal somethings that I was not authorized to look at unless she agrees to. Like I said,” If you really want something, the nature conspires to have that thing ready for you” (It works everytime!!!!). She was all blushing. Take it from me; you have got to make a woman feel like a woman to prove your worth as a man.

My emotions dragged my body towards her; I ran towards her without my conscious effort, it was automatic. She too ran towards me. It was a perfect bollywood set, the full moon, the drizzle, the wind, and the stars and not to mention the blue saree, the slow motion running. Everything seemed so perfect.

We both halted with our bodies’ just millimeters away. My heart was pounding like it never had before; I could hear the heart beat and there was an orchestra. The gushing wind, the heartbeats, and the wild breath we were letting out, all put together sounded like a perfect love song. She smelled like a jasmine. We looked at each other in the eyes and said, “Is this the moment I have been waiting for?” all of my senses were satisfied except for the sense of touch. I looked her in the eyes asking for permission. Her eyes told me “Kiss me, I am all yours”. I raised my hands to hold her face; I got myself closer to her and was about do something that I wanted to, ever since I came to know I was a boy. All of a sudden, there developed a feeling of risk. I was uncomfortably shaken. She had facial hair!

Well I was in fact holding my teammate’s head in my hands. His name is bomb (name changed). Too bad I was just dreaming and all that I have said above is the recurring dream of mine, which haunts me every night. To my bad luck (or bomb’s bad luck) he slept beside me that night in the MANTAPA, to my good luck he dint have a shave in the morning, otherwise the other five teammates would have had the entertainment of their lives.

16 Responses to “Aparupadha Rathri-1”

  1. why all these dreams end like this ??? ??
    that too in your case bomb uuuuuuuu ::)

  2. That is the best English article i have read in my life. I have read many novels,but no one has got this style of writing. Simply awesome.

  3. What a tragic…. Hope the ‘bomb’ wasn’t thinking of Monica Bellucci.. :) rotfl.., Exquisite depection dude..

  4. niranjan sk Says:

    hey.. this was awesome maga..!! your blog is getting better every time.. keep it going..!!! damn hilarious and witty.. i thought u would tell that incident with bomb and .. the real “bomb” story.. :D :D :D

  5. great post.. if, as peter said, the bomb was thinking of Monica Bellucci at the same time, forget our entertainment- the mantapa would have collapsed with all the passionate ‘guddhing’.. I am sure Bhatta would have heard the rumble up the hill and come running up to check out…
    Up there, on the hill, I guess all of us had such dreams.. for me it was ‘S’ all night- courtesy all the imaginative description urbaagilu had to offer us about ‘S’ and her hair. :)

  6. @ niranjan:
    I dont think ‘the victim’ of the bomb blast would be pleased looking at his horrific story being the object of discussion on blogs.. What say yamaraj?

  7. now wat shall i say..damn impressive..u blogs r becoming impulsive man..to b franc i nvr expected ur night to b so good..:P…excellent dramatization..do u hav genes of kalidasa by any chance..i fell like reading it again n again…great writn..kudos daya:)

  8. niranjan sk Says:

    @thejas:
    LOL.. !! may be daya would be sent to yamaloka without visa.. :D

  9. hey it`s really tooooooooooooo good….. :) u have so much of feeling in that da….. u r really good nature lover….. the description of moon as woman in blue saree it makes u forget urself… :) tooooooooooo good….. the blog touchs ppl`s heart… All the best da… waiting for some blogss like this…. :)

  10. hey super….
    daya nee yello hogbitte kanoo :D

  11. Bhargava... Says:

    awesome maga.. too gud..

  12. hemanth Says:

    maga its good,but urbagilu’s plays on ’s’ were much better than this..[:)]

  13. impressive post. i wonder what bomb was actually dreaming abt when u were trying to hug him :)

  14. Shwetha Says:

    Thank god u din continue doing watever u wer doin(?) wid bomb. . n analogy bomb smells like jasmine. . [:P]
    hey good description. .

  15. Chethan.B Says:

    he he :) nice one dude !! :)

  16. u rock!! brilliant narration!! i am baffled !! u r an excellent blogger..

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