Hitesha Deshpande's Blog, page 7
January 7, 2009
Lemon Demon
Cafe Coffee Day had never really been a hot favourite for him. Well, never since he had been to the cosy confines of Barista or Costa. But now, having been to the Mochas and the Costas, the CCD had lost its place of eminence in his eyes... Inspite of this, he decided to take her to the CCD rather than stay at Barista.
Maybe because they needed a place where the sound outside could mask the furious quiet between them, waiting to implode on the slightest pretext. A place where there would be some d
Maybe because they needed a place where the sound outside could mask the furious quiet between them, waiting to implode on the slightest pretext. A place where there would be some d
December 27, 2008
A World of Our Own
It had been a long, hard day. I always feel days are long and hard when the day begins before sunrise and ends after sunset. But as the day was coming to an end, I was barely able to conceal my excitement. Because I was so looking forward to this, well... , session.
As I walked into the cosy room, the aroma that wafted in made me go week in my knees. Somehow I managed to stagger into the couch... And I instinctively closed my eyes, the eyelids quivering in anticipation of the future.
And then it h
As I walked into the cosy room, the aroma that wafted in made me go week in my knees. Somehow I managed to stagger into the couch... And I instinctively closed my eyes, the eyelids quivering in anticipation of the future.
And then it h
December 13, 2008
Tribute to my EX
He was a fantastic guy! ('was' because I no longer claim to know him the way I used to and not
because he does not exist anymore. Hence, also the 'tribute.') Well, at least I thought he was fantastic until he spurted this orgasmic conscience and decided to prove me wrong in favour of highlighting for me that which was right. (I owe him one for this. Not one sexual favour. But one moment of intense truth. I retain the right to choose this moment.)
So right about the time when I had convinced myself
because he does not exist anymore. Hence, also the 'tribute.') Well, at least I thought he was fantastic until he spurted this orgasmic conscience and decided to prove me wrong in favour of highlighting for me that which was right. (I owe him one for this. Not one sexual favour. But one moment of intense truth. I retain the right to choose this moment.)
So right about the time when I had convinced myself
December 9, 2008
Dawn and Dreams
She loved happy endings. She hated it when the ending just invited more speculation. If it invited more speculation, then it could hardly be the end, or could it? She patted the book in appreciation and snuggled into the welcoming warmth of her blue blanket. She ought to sleep now. But she was wide awake.
She watched the dark shadows of the night make way for the whispers of a new dawn. Her mind was rampant with vivid images painted by the subtle words of the book she had just finished reading. S
She watched the dark shadows of the night make way for the whispers of a new dawn. Her mind was rampant with vivid images painted by the subtle words of the book she had just finished reading. S
November 26, 2008
The Blue Dolphin
Wrapped in love, they wandered through the aisles of the mall, experiencing togetherness. Like the lovelorn couple in the eighties, who would wander aimlessly through shopping streets, admiring, giggling and in general having fun.
While he looked to the right, where electronics flaunted themselves with the pseudo promise of a hassle free life, she looked left. Arranged in delightful rows were soft toys of all colours, shapes and kinds. So far content with holding his hand, she now let it go, to m
While he looked to the right, where electronics flaunted themselves with the pseudo promise of a hassle free life, she looked left. Arranged in delightful rows were soft toys of all colours, shapes and kinds. So far content with holding his hand, she now let it go, to m
