He sat there quietly at the foot of their bed facing her, the fingers tapping smoothly over a piano at those hours of late morning. The sun was already high in the windowpane by the time she awoke; its warm glow filled the room. She was awaken due to the gentle melodious composition that he is playing from some time now. He looks at her, sensing she is awake. He stops playing for a moment to stand and attain her, wish her an exquisite good morning in his own little special way. She smiles, yet motions him to stay, with her fingers. He nods with a sparkling smile back, and gets back to playing.

Small things, she thinks, small things that makes this poignant bond stronger and simpler between us. Small things like this, where he understands what he is supposed to do, and what he is not. He keeps on playing, cause he knows she loves it. She just lays there on her front, her back almost uncovered by her blanket, facing him and listening to him. He keeps an eye on her expressions, as he plays. She keeps looking at him. She surveys his muscular body, how gorgeous he looks in that black silk nightshirt with just a few buttons closed. How his wavy dark-black locks play an added melody on his big brow, falling over his eyes quite a few times and He sets them back away subconsciously, with his slender fingers once in a while, between playing. His face looks angelic, with that smile. The morning sun shines superbly over his face and neck as if he’s more a stone sculpture of a man than a real one. Of course, sculpture is the word, she smiles, My creation after all.

She beckons him, with a snap of her finger. He had waited for this, for her to ask him. He had waited, and so set to work. He leaves the piano, and gets up over the bed, close to her. First, a kiss, set lightly on her back. Then the long flowing caresses the start of the start of the day. They speak quietly; recounting dreams from the night just past, and listen to the wind in the trees. The morning sets the tone for a day of gentle artistry.

She leaves the bed with him, for the day has to start, and there is lot to be done. She goes to her unfinished painting in the living room, looking at it in another light. She is adding color here and there as he stays by her side. She paints in her many media, coloring his flesh in shades of pink and purple at one time, coloring her canvas with a somewhat wider palette at another.

After a while, She relaxes to the gentle richness of red wine on the kitchen couch, as he stands near the kitchen counter, cutting and layering and mixing a simple meal. He may neither eat nor drink without her care, and she feeds him a taste now and again. The quiet control softens his walls, opens him up, so she may reach within.

Then She sculpts. Holding his hair, she pulls him down and makes him humble. She molds him within and without — working the body but shaping the soul. Kissing each tear, containing each struggle, she holds him close and takes the next step. She is the artist and the muse. In words, she plants the gentle thoughts of what could be. With her pencils, she draws waking dreams. With brushes upon skin, she shows the untapped possibilities inside his heart. She knows the hunger of the artist, to find the beauty that lies hidden and transform it so all may see. She knows the hunger of the muse, to inspire the artist. She feels the pull of both; they are shaped together.

The afternoon flows by and deepens into evening. By flickering light, the day’s creation is complete. One canvas, stretched tight, glistens in the corner as the paints slowly dry. Another “canvas”, held just as firmly but alive and breathing, sleeps gently on the living room sofa. She holds him close until he awakens, knowing the first changes are happening within.

Yet every painting must find its way into the light. The picture will go into a frame, then go on view. He will step out of this quiet place and back into the world. Both carry a message, of inner vision brought to light. Both will grow and change in the eyes of others as the artist’s vision is played out. And both will bring pleasure.

Eyes aglow, he stands before her. The ropes come off one by one, leaving their marks on his soul stronger so ever than on his body. Freedom returns slowly, yet he remains open to her. Finally, she removes the ropes that had limited his reach. For those hands will serve her the pleasure of music on the piano before sleep.

That night, with hunger unabated, her hands will serve him abstinence. And he will play his finest, over the ivories and beyond, knowing it’s her creation.

Now this is a new sitcom…

The question that was asked : Why god create us?

Answer: God created us so that we can create troubles in our lives such that then we dont have time to think about silly questions like why god has created us!!!

…. lol. Now thats where you applaud!!

Ektz.

Music : Rock Da Party – Bombay Rockers
Mood: Amazing!!!
Quote: Ah Love! Could you and I with Him conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits–and then
Re-mold it nearer to the Heart’s Desire!

Conversation with Ember

[11:49 pm. My Cell Phone Rings with that special tone. The soundtrack of the series "Indiana Jones". I already know it’s his call before picking the phone up and looking at the screen of my cell to see his name flashing. I let it flash for some seconds, trying to control the sudden smile it has given me. In the whole day today, he had called me twice including this. That’s definitely too much for the person who works 9am to 10pm everyday and has genuinely hectic schedules. I take the call and he starts speaking…]

He: hi… [Eh! I still hate this "Hi..." of his after all these years. I mean…it sounds so formal, like as if he doesn’t have anything else to say, to begin the conversation...]
Me: Yes, Bolo. [Pretending to be calm]
He: kaise ho aap? How do you feel, how is the pain?
Me: well, how do I sound?
He: You sound much better than the one I talked to in evening.
Me: [laughs] Yeah Yeah! It was still I.
He: [laughs a little] are you sure?
Me: [laughs more] Probably, I guess.
He: [stops the laugh, and becomes serious] Okay, so you must be in bad mood at evening, you did not talk to me well.
Me: [a little guilty] yeah… Was in kind of bad mood… [Stops for a breather…] Tell me something, have you ever been in this condition, like where you’ve been stuck to bed, for months, and the only times you’ve gone out of your room is to just go to hospital??
He: [with a smile probably] Not actually. Not for this long, anyway.
Me: [curious] how long then?
He: [with a bigger smile, I guess] for a few hours.
Me: [confused!] eh?
He: Haan… there is a crazy girl who used to tie me down and make me ‘stuck to bed’ literally for a few hours, I guess you know that.
Me: [laughs out loud. Oh! He is a mockery devil at times, but I’m no less.] “Used to”???
He: [laughs back] yes, she is not able to do that anymore. You see, she is having a bed rest cause she went through an accident.
Me: [a tad bit raged being outsmarted by his response] yeah yeah!! Let her get back to normal and then you shall see what she would do.
He: [teasingly] yeah, we shall see.
Me: [laughs, listens to papers rustle in his background] btw, where are you now at this late hour, still at office?
He: umm… Yes! Just finishing up here, […more rustling of papers] need to rush home, it’s very late.
Me: [sighs] Okay. Go on.
He: [speaks after a moment of silence] but before we say bye, I want to do something.
Me: [smile is back on my face] you want to do WHAT?
He: [smiles] Mmmm…. I want to pull you close to me…
Me: [with a hint of naughtiness] and…?
He: [laughs slight] … and…. I want to bite your neck and then run off before you could take revenge for that.
Me: [laughs loud] … yeah, right! Abhi chalo niklo office se. Ghar jana hai ke nahi!
He: [laughs along] ok baba… Jaisa aap kahen! Good night.
Me: [still smiling] bye and goodnight.

[He disconnects. I lay down on bed, still clutching my cell in palm with a smile on my face, slowly whispering to my self] Oh, this night is definitely going to be very good, indeed!

Ektz. Cheers!!!

Sometimes,

people can be so sweet, that i find them impossible to resist.

Oh, did i mention, i have a sweet tooth!!

Well, inspite of that fact, i also have resentment towards constant flatterings and charms. But hey, sometimes, Ember [Thats what i'll call him, so that i dont have to get in fuss of names, or even Initials for that matter! he is the one that i hopelessly love, and also know how hopeless it is!!] he also turns sweet.

Of course it will just be a momentary thing, something that has been done unknowingly even, or else he wouldnt have done that in first place if he knew he was trying/acting sweet. something to do with Monster male egos, eh?! Well, wouldnt get too deep into it, cause i also come with monster egos. heh!!

So yeah, the sweetthing that i was showered with today, was first his silence on phone. Of course, its usual. He is not that of a conversationalist when it comes to romance. Not me either, so its cool and comfortable for us to just be there with each other and spend hours in silence, doing either nothing, or our own things. But its largely a comfort zone for both of us. Feels like home in those situations.

But this time i was angry, things werent going right from sometime now, he was behaving detach, or rather, IS behaving detached. I was angry for the silence that was making me uncomfortable for the first time. And after a while, i lost it. My temper that is. I blurted out in a not-at-all-nice [mean] tone, ” If you don’t have anything to talk about, then why you are calling me up in first place??”

and here it goes, the sweetest thing that he says, that makes me shut up, with a smile on my face…

“..umm… I just wanted to hear your voice…”

I just hope the effect stays on for atleast an hour , before another call.

My condition these days is completely like… “Aasmaan se tapke, Khajuur pe Atke!!” I mean, its funny how murphy seems to prove his law true for everything i go through and make me remember him again and again! and i repeat, its actually funny!

Well, its a usual blabbering, about my Accident. To be truthful, If i were to be an optimistic person i would have seen good things in that as well, but somehow, i just end up defying my own self, when it comes to the thinking of both the sides.Okay, now i better stop running in circle around the original subject and directly get to the center of the matter. Fortunately enough, a week ago, my physiotherapy reached the level where i was told, i could start walking then on. Of course with a little support. Gawd, i was damn glad about that, it literally took half of the sensations of pain away from the bloody physio exercises! And thats where the trouble started!

Let me elaborate, I , Miss Ekta, after burning my previous physiotherapist-Mr. Raval ’s work and also the skin at the back of his hand [..no detailing of that horrible yet almost planned 'accident' during the hotwax therapy here!! ] got in touch with a new physiotherapist. That one turned out to be a female for her own safety from me[... muhhahahaa!!], and twice lucky cause she shared the same name with my special someone, and let me tell you, that name isnt that usual in INDIA even though its unisex. So yeah, i kinda developed a soft corner for her. Then we began with the walking exercises. of course, Heavily painful stuff. I was overall calm, somehow i think i am good at bearing physical pain, may be cause of my past experiences & martial arts, or may be cause of the silly ego of being the strong one. Anyway, the conclusion was that i would sweat up like hell due to pain, while going through the exercise, but i wouldnt make a sound, no more than a moan here and there. So it got hard for her to actually draw a line where the pain got too much for me. Unfortunately, The more she tried to notice my reactions, the more i would be alert not to let a single sound escape my lips!!

Then After almost three days, she realised i was having a kind of lump within my heel, which wasn’t melting with the hotwax techniques and other lossening up exercises. She asked me how much it pained, i honestly replied it was painful but not over my limits of absorbing. She smiled at my answer, and told me that she really didnt expect me to be too stoic about it. I was the one to get shocked on her comment. She went on talking to me, taking me for an X-ray again. The X-ray results gave another shock to both of us, I was developing a stress fracture inside my heel. Probably due to the overload of exercises after the two months of stiffness. Then, I was asked not to do the heavy exercises, just the mild ones for the time being, so that it doesnt get too serious. Oh well, there goes my chances of walking in nearfuture goes away! I’m to wait for few days, then gradually go along! Heck, i’ve got a state level public speaking contest to win within a week from now, and i am not allowed to walk yet!!

Okay, now as if the stress fracture and the delays in the walking is not worse enough, I was to be apt for more! That X-ray gave another complication to doctors! They noticed that after the sweeling has been returning to normal, the thickness of the nails-wires planted in my sole covers almost 85% percent of the whole thickness. The twister is that, with that much thickness it could be easily tempered by outside sources of force in any possible way. Like a fall or an accident again [god, i hope not!] or even a barefeet walk over a road with stones. If that happens then the planted nail would be more a danger for the foot! Now as it was planted just for the sake of keeping all the bones straight for better healing, its purpose is almost served as bones are almost healed normal. Now the docs think that i should go for another surgery, to take the implants out as there is no need for the implants anymore. Bloody boring ordeal again! Bed rest, no walk and terrible headaches cause of the anesthesia!

What more could i ask for?!! Sighs! I hope Mr Murphy is happy atleast!!
Oh, and i’m actually glad i’m a pessimist! For a pessimist is never disappointed.

Below are the things …. that i’ve never done before, but now i want to do them… may be in this year…. or atleast once before i die… [ This questionaire was given by a good friend, and i think it can make a very good post ]

I want….

[Place:]

… to see Iceland, in winter, and feel the snow all around… enveloping me and probably my special someone, who would hold me in those precious moments

…. to move out of my house, live on my own, away from my parents. Though the thing that keeps me here is the strong emotional bond that i share with my father. Of course , the strong fights with my mother over different ways of living life can outweigh it at times!!

… to have a road trip alone, all the way from Ahmedabad to Kolkata. In my favorite car, Tata Sierra.

[People:]

… to go to my native and meet my childhood friends that i’ve been neglecting from a long time, for a silly reason such as they used to hate me, cause i used to trouble them a lot!

… to live 24/7 enjoying the small things of life, seeing things from a different prospective as a roommate/housemate with a certain individual i absolutely adore, who comes second after Ms Ally macbeal, The one and the only… Reshma Sanyal ( … Dear Reshma, don’t mind, just being dead honest!)

… to get married, that also arranged by my parents. ( here i’ve surprised my self even more than the last one!! Marry and me? that even Arranged??? Friends, I’ve officially lost it!!!)

[Food:]

… to eat sea-food[prawns], even though i think it would make me want to puke at the thought of it!!

… to have a biiiiiiiiiig refridgerator full of chocolates… and eat them too!! [mmmmmm... do i need say anything more...]

… to prepare a gujarati dish called, “Khandvi” ,[Gosh! its really tough! five times i've tried, always failed!!]

[Hobbies:]

… to actaully Paint a whole Designed Saree with Fabric colors, or atleast Finish the one that i’d already started months back and had put it, up the shelves![ somebody... help me!!]

… to learn playing Orchestra(drums). [well! am already good with sticks, just the music that it creates, isnt advisable for ears!! My neighbours dog constantly runs in circles for hours after listening to it!!]

… to write a book, “How to read fast : 100 pgs a day!”

Lol. More than enough ‘Serious’ thoughts for the day i think.
No pun! Just Fun!!

Now this was something that i enjoyed a few evenings back!!

The Blog Quiz Of Anbu

Oh yeah, i got stuck in the second GK question, so no prize or no Chance to Attempt the ‘SuperSawal’ But hey none the less i enjoyed it. To read more about it, go to his blog, afterall its his copyright material :P:P But anyway, I must say He is damn sweet when it comes to giving hints Thanks Anbu, for making my evening more cheerful. Talk to you again sometimes, And this time i’ll be asking the questions.. *BIG GRIN*

Aprt from that, i guess everyone around is trying to cheer me up in their own ways, my G friend-CU comes to my house on regular basis and re-makes the songs with humourous lyrics and sings them to me. Oh damn him, he is now more desirable to me, once i know i cant have him! Silly human nature, isnt it?

I had a nice talk with Joy about CU and about other stuff that was bothering me, better i should say i whined, absulotely usual stuff. About the past, present painful physiotherapy and damned future. And he just ‘hmm’ed the whole time, cause while the time i was whining he was in a legal conference. But he didnt cut me off rightaway, Now isn’t that so sweet of him. before i could ‘awww’ over his recent deed, being the prick that he is, tells me go to hell, and actually mean it too. And we both know that, after putting the phone down, we both will have a big grin over our faces.*laugh*

Later that night, when i was sleeping, he sent me a txt msg, a very meaningful one, as cause he hasnt been around me for some time now, busy with his own work and all.

“There might be times when you wont find me by yourside, and those actually would be the times when i would be making plans to screw your happiness.*Grin* ”

Now, Don’t you think, To be given a challenge/fight is the most adrenaline rush for anyone??

Ekta.

ps. This might be a last post for a while, a week or more may be, some problem with my postpaid connection’s billing procedures. Of course it affects my getting online, as data cable and the Cell ISP is the way i get online. Anyway, Will be back soon. Ciao.