Amorphous Creativity

" Same time and day, next week. My place." Aditya said while getting dressed. "Hmmm..." she said lost in her thoughts. Content and satisfied thoughts. He bent down and kissed her on her forehead. Naina loved it when he did that. A smile comes upon her face every time his lips touch her forehead. Off he went to work while she stayed back nursing the smile on her face. Last night played out in front of her eyes. He couldn't peel his eyes off her. In the short red dress, she was dressed to kill and he was her target. And going by the look on his face, she was having the desired effect. It was lust in its purest form in his eyes. Lust! That's what describes their relationship the best. No strings attached they called it. Attraction lead to sharing beds but not hearts. "The day you fall in love with me, this ends." she had told him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------...

He loves me. I believe him. She says she loves him too. He doesn't believe her since he found another man in her bed. Who am I ? I am the other woman in the "marriage".

"I tried. But nothing is working anymore and I can't see you like this." He tried to justify. She didn't react.  He looked at her, with tears in his eyes, also with the last shreds of hope. But he should have known better. She still didn't budge, not even now, not even as they said their final goodbye... "I am sorry" he said as he watched them unplug the ventilator.

They lay spent after a passionate rendezvous. He got up to leave not before he looked into her eyes and kissed her forehead. She showed no emotion, her eyes impassive.  He left.  Strange it may seem, but it was business as usual for her. Falling in love is a luxury she can't afford in Kamathipura*. Courtesy : Google images, *Kamathipura   is Mumbai 's oldest and Asia's largest red-light district.

It was instant chemistry.I was taken by her in the first glance.She was mesmerized by the way I touched her, she later said.It was serendipity at first sight for us. They tried to stop us.Warn us of the potential difficulties.But we were in love.Nothing else mattered.Besides they can never see how beautifully we complete each other. Its said that love knows no boundaries and needs no language.I know why.I write what I have to say to her on her palm.And she makes sure I lip read her words. She never missed the eyesight she never had.And her voice, was the only sound i regret not being able to hear.

Morning walk is good for the joints or so he had heard.That is why it had been his routine since a long time.Mohit had no disease to cure except old age. Early morning walks always rejuvenated him, apart from the health bit.He looked forward to going to joggers park and look at kids, young couples and young at heart enjoy the morning breeze.Some would say he goes there everyday looking to fill in the void that an empty house and life leaves him with.He agrees with them.Partly.

**The very first guest post on my blog** Life can spring up surprises to leave us amazed.Its unbelievable that very first guest post on my blog is written by someone who i know since only a few weeks now.We were perfect strangers before GMCS happened.GMCS is a happy respite for us CA Final students.Its a 15 day course based on general management and communication skills and thats where GMCS comes from. Mohit Udhwani who blogs at  Mr. Weirdo  is far from his blog name.This is totally irrelevant but when you look at him, pulling his cheeks will be your first instinct.He is someone who still has the child within him alive.This also comes across in his stories.He writes stories and then writes poems on the stories.Posted below is a story written by him.I hope you like it!