Author's Note:
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Now for the latest instalment....
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“Come, now let’s unpack,” Kavitha says brightly, “and go through my history stored in those Cartons,” she winks at me as she brushes past me to the living room. “But first…let’s put on some music…Pankaj Udhas it will be.”
“Why not Adnan once more?” I ask.
“Nah. I am afraid, we’ll forget our cartons and end up making love on this carpet.”
I look at her delightedly. For a moment I wonder whether she is really real. I wonder whether she is just a product of my fantasy, of a deep-rooted yearning. I approach her, as she is bending to slot in the CDs, and pinch her buttocks.
“Yeow!” she springs upright with a start, “What was that for?”
“Just checking whether you’re real,” I smile at her.
She gives me a kick to my shin.
“Oof!” I cry holding up my leg.
“Satisfied?”
The voice of Pankaj Udhas floats in.
“Come, lets stop fooling around and get down to business…The cartons marked ‘R’ — help me push them to Rohit’s room. All his stuff. He’ll unpack them when he returns.”
We push and drag the three boxes to the spare bed-room in the lower level of this duplex penthouse. They are too heavy to be lifted. Books or maybe files, I guess.
“Both,” she says.
“What?” I ask.
“Both books and files,” she says to my surprise.
“How do you know that’s what I thought?”
For reading the first chapter, you may download it in Acrobat PDF format from here (Click here!)
If you like my Writing, please help me popularise my blog--please recommend it to your friends.
If you happen to be a literary agent/publisher (or someone who can help me get my Book published) and feel my writing has potential, I would be forever grateful if you could contact me through my website www.harismind.com
Now for the latest instalment....
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“Come, now let’s unpack,” Kavitha says brightly, “and go through my history stored in those Cartons,” she winks at me as she brushes past me to the living room. “But first…let’s put on some music…Pankaj Udhas it will be.”
“Why not Adnan once more?” I ask.
“Nah. I am afraid, we’ll forget our cartons and end up making love on this carpet.”
I look at her delightedly. For a moment I wonder whether she is really real. I wonder whether she is just a product of my fantasy, of a deep-rooted yearning. I approach her, as she is bending to slot in the CDs, and pinch her buttocks.
“Yeow!” she springs upright with a start, “What was that for?”
“Just checking whether you’re real,” I smile at her.
She gives me a kick to my shin.
“Oof!” I cry holding up my leg.
“Satisfied?”
The voice of Pankaj Udhas floats in.
“Come, lets stop fooling around and get down to business…The cartons marked ‘R’ — help me push them to Rohit’s room. All his stuff. He’ll unpack them when he returns.”
We push and drag the three boxes to the spare bed-room in the lower level of this duplex penthouse. They are too heavy to be lifted. Books or maybe files, I guess.
“Both,” she says.
“What?” I ask.
“Both books and files,” she says to my surprise.
“How do you know that’s what I thought?”
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(To be continued...)
