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Susha Pillai

Drama Romance


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Susha Pillai

Drama Romance


Malana Kiss

Malana Kiss

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She was all set to start on a high note. First time with drugs, she decided to get stoned and get wasted for the remaining two days. The finest it is, probably in the world. Falling in the type one category of high, happiness had started to crawl under her skin. The high oil-content smell itself made her slay. She was on a very sweet high, that night. It was way too early to decide her stand on cannabis green. This little hamlet in the Parvati valley was the last stop in the itinerary before they headed back home. A lavish ten days of life thus lived was about to take a bow after the next day. The dawn of the last two days started with rolled out Malana Cream. The rest of it was delineated..

It was real this time, more than she ever anticipated. They had taken away a lot of each other's time. When nights turned darker, there were these two insomniacs talking to each other, just about anything under the sky. Belonging to two different states, they learned about each other, explored themselves and made new reasons to hear from the other. They dug into each other's life over conversations and the relationship was never defined. Less than seven months of friendship, it seemed this had been there forever. They had an immeasurable quantity of common interests. It was a worn off part of hers that she found in him. This magic she convinced as friendship. It was not love, she confronted. She had closed on purpose that space in her heart where he could have been comforted. Howbeit, she had a wild monster for him, running inside her head. She was about to get married soon however her addiction was this person who had rolled out the green for her.. After these months of friendship, it was now their time to meet each other. Since it had to be different for them, they decided to travel on some trip, instead of the usual two cups of coffee, at a cornered Barista table..They decided to explore their common love for the mountains.

Their excitement to meet each other for real, over boarded her imagination of him in her which she had fantasised for over a million times already. From a distance she saw him glued to one of the charging points at the airport. "Oh man", she sighed, he was right in front of her. In a pair of torn blue jeans, branded slippers and a manly pink tee-shirt, his specs bordered his lustrous eyes with the same bearded face as seen in his pictures. To her surprise, she giggled to this view when she remembered the goosebumps she used to get every time she saw his display photo. It was quite a moment for her.

For past eight days they were together with solely travel in mind and hearts. Shared the same room with separated beds, to cut on the budget. Split every expense in a diary under the columns his and hers. The only real planning they did was that they got their respective tickets booked to and from home, giving them nine complete days of travel. They never had time to plan and strike out stamped places. They decide want to do next at that very moment and things turned out to be more thrilling than a well planned itinerary.

But this night was diagnosed with the boldness of ironies. It was this phase where she blamed the green smoke for each second that followed the dusted ashes. Unlike every other split expense, this was his sponsored heaven for her. The second last night had events that was deliberately contradicting to her expectations and they wrapped their minds around the results.

The double mattress on the two single joint cots didn't permit them to separate beds this time. Their ground floor room that opened it's windows to sounds of the gushing river over the boulders, matched the pace of her breath. She kept the windows open even though he was having a very bad fever and the weather was cold outside. They both lied down. Wrapped in her own blanket she was lying on her stomach face turned towards him. The room was filled with the light from the lamp post outside mixed in moonlight. Her eyes felt the drowsiness creeping, adjusting to this warmth.

She had dozed off after the hit of the smoke to the epicenter of her brain but his loud warm feverish breath from his nose hit cold facial skin. She wanted to disagree to this position but she caught glimpses of his bearded face measuring the depth of her eyes at only a few inches away. She tried to keep her eyes open so that her mortal was awake but her eyes dropped dead. Those three rolls of smoke she blew into her had literally dilated her head and heavied her lashes. She opened them again only to notice that this brown eyes were as intense as hers. She covered up an unsure distance between them and he too made his move. 'Sita Kalyanam' from the Tamil movie Solo was the perfect background music for this screenplay. An unknown raw dermis was at the edge of her mouth. This feeling was on complete cellular level. The sharp stroke that happened, sustained for a few unspellable moments. The initial hardness that later loosened up, allowed more absorption of senses. The sucked in deep breathes ended the meditated control over a mutual admiration. Their deal was sealed forever. All these days she spent with him did not include any sight or touch that was mixed up to raise an insecurity against him. She was not lewd, but that moment had called it for a defined woman.

It was time to exit the scene space. With a difference of thirty minutes, both of them had their respective flights from the same terminal. One had to stand and watch the other walk away into the dim, unfortunately she was the first to board. It was their last hug and they couldn't stop tears rolling down. He made her promise, not to turn behind once bailed out but the effect of resistance made her turn to see him hiding behind a pillar, wiping out his tears.

This unexpected life was at its climax scene. Sitting by the window seat she was sobbing. She closed her eyes and replayed the last ten days. They laughed; played loud music; they danced; they romanced; she acted as a pseudo girlfriend and they made neat love. But in all this happy mess that had happened, she never allowed him in her for real. She had felt for him, it was amazing at that moment but it ultimately had to doomed that was better for the rest of her life. It was her lust to be happy. She did not find any logical reasons while doing all of this but without loosing her own self, she lived it, loved it and believed in it. She was finally back home with a whole new level of perspective and his fever :)


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