Monday 14 January 2013

LINGERING OCEANS VIA EMOTIONS ~ Chapisode 9 ~


This is absolutely a piece of LOVE FICTION and names used are completely fictional and do not represent any person.....

PROLOGUE
Once upon a time in wonderland named ‘Love-dale’ lived an average looking metro-sexual man named Adam and a voluptuous very good- looking woman called Eve. They had never met before, but the moment they met they fell…FELL in for the most sort after emotion called LOVE. It was almost disaster at the first sight. They were attracted to each other as if they were two unlike poles of a magnet, they met and met again, inseparable, entwined they made it made it to each other's core. She blushed and he blushed even more they were blissfully unaware what was to follow… 
Adam decided to write a BLOG about LOVE... for which he started an online interactive group.... LINGERING OCEANS VIA EMOTIONS
Here are some excerpts from his blog.....
                                                                
  ~Chapisode 9~



Some pleasures come at a price!

Jim shared, 
Who the hell on earth gave this idea to mankind that honeymoons should be on hill stations? In fact if I would have my way I would ban honeymoons in cold freezing places, like the one we visited. 
We started off well, took flight from Mumbai to Kolkata than from Kolkata to Bagdogra and from there by road to Darjeeling. 
My good friend who had visited there for his honeymoon, had arranged everything, right from the hotel booking to travel everything. 
God knows was it a gift? Or some kind of revenge? He probably wanted to get scores even with me. 
The place was heaven no doubt. The Kanchenjunga mountain ranges even more beautiful than in photos of Darjeeling tourism website but the one information probably my friend never emphasized on and probably I too forgot to pay heed to, was the cold. And it’s not just cold it’s bloody freezing cold. That too, when you are brave enough to venture into such a territory during Christmas week when the winter is at its cruel best. 

I was waiting for it since six months as these shubh muhurats just seem impossible to get when you need them to work for you. For those six months we met a number of times, sometimes at the beach at times at restaurants, sometimes we even took off to a day long trip to places where we could get really intimate. But Darjeeling was the place I had dreamt all my life. 


Priya wore such beautiful salwar kameez with such daintily done duppattas, her forearm almost covered fully with bangles. Her mehndi refused to get faint. 
We both hugged and kissed each other but that was the maximum we could do. I had heard of people going cold due to fear of first encounter but I had never thought we could be cold due to sheer cold. 
She even gathered some courage to remove off the sweaters one night but I had this phobia with cold. I never came out of layers of clothes. The usual shirt and pant, above which I wore two sweaters; one a cut sleeves one which Priya had woven for me, the other a full sleeves cardigan, above that a Black overcoat that actually my aunt had given it to us before leaving for Honeymoon, gosh why? The gloves, the socks and three blankets. The heater was always on in the hotel room but that didn’t help. 
Bathing together forget it bathing alone was also impossible task. We took bath after four days finally when we reached Gangtok. 
Gangtok was simply beautiful and slowly we had accepted our limitations as human and started enjoying other things almost giving up on the idea of making love on our honeymoon. 
Priya spoke about fairies Angels Reiki healing and all her favorite topics while I mostly gazed at her, sometimes really listening to her and sometime shamelessly ogling at her fully covered frame. 
I too got interested in fairies and healing, so much so that when at Kalimpong I kept searching for books and Angel statues. Someone at the bazaar guided us to a library which had books on Buddhism, Reiki and many such things that would be of Priya’s interest. 
We reached the library after a long walk uphill. Just besides a Buddhist Monastery was a library that looked more like a temple in itself. 
We entered in and found that it was absolutely empty, with no one at all to help us, so we helped ourselves. Priya picked up some books and sat on a long bench which was long enough to accommodate at least seven people. For the time being it was just Priya. 
The light from the open door of the library kissed Priya’s face and some length of her shoulders making for a perfect portrait. I quickly took out my Nikon SLR camera and started clicking her pictures while she unknowingly gave me some wonderful postures. She kept flipping pages of books meanwhile I kept clicking her pictures. 

She looked beautiful. But through the lens she looked divine. Maybe it was the weather, the perfect lighting, maybe the pure surroundings or just the distance between the two of us. 
I just could not hold myself, I went straight up to her took the book away from her hands and kissed her. She was sitting and I was standing. Still we kept kissing, lost in each other’s warmth suddenly we felt as if global warming had reached alarming levels. We wanted to make use of that long bench but the kiss in itself was very bold and engrossing that we hardly felt the need to move further or realize that two kids were watching us from the window. Finally their giggles broke our spell and we parted but that kiss was something we had never felt before. We both uncomfortably pushed each other away. She continued reading and I turned my lens towards the kids at the window. They too made a wonderful picture. 

That night we almost made it. Almost, because there was a knock at the door. Knock at the door on which already a 'do not disturb' sign was hung, meant trouble. 
The jeep driver who was going to drive us next morning to Pelling was at the door with one of the hotel staff and told us that there was a landslide on the way to Pelling which would take at least a day to clear. So the choice we were left was to stay back at the hotel at Kalimpong. Instantaneously, I asked him if he could drive us to Bagdogra airport the next day instead. He agreed and even offered to arrange for air tickets from his agent friend. So our flight tickets which were for three days later were cancelled and we flew back to Mumbai. 

From Mumbai airport we took a Taxi to Vile Parle station and from there a Volvo to Panchgani. Finally we were in a place where we could stay without worrying about the number of clothes we were wearing. Though the staff at the hotel there was amazed at the luggage we were carrying for a two days stay. They would have been shocked if they would chanced upon to see the woolens we were carrying. 
Never mind, we made it. 
We never came out of the hotel room except for our basic necessity that is eating, that too was served in a verandah adjacent to our room. Though it was cold but enjoyably cold and of course comparatively warm from the place we had almost eloped from our honeymoon. We stayed back there for two more days and made best of it.

 Jim’s adventure though came at an extra cost but than some pleasures of life never come cheap and some are priceless.


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