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Articles: My Thoughts | Tryst with the beauty....!!
- Mr. Independent Soul
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I woke up in the hospital bed the next morning. There were cuts, bruises and stitches at several areas on my body. I tried to recollect what had happened to me the previous day. What an idiot I had been to stand in the middle of a highway and daydream. I remember the beauty I had missed. That hurt me more than the pain in my body. I wish I could only see her again. While I was lost in thoughts, a young nurse in her early twenties came in for dressing my wounds. I quickly covered by legs with the blanket. She asked me with a gentle caring voice “How are you feeling now?”
“I am fine thank you, who brought me here?” I asked her, fidgeting on my bed.
She said she’s not sure as she explained she was not there yesterday when I was admitted and left. I tried to move but felt a deep pain in my muscles. However, I got up with the help of stretchers that were kept alongside by bed and limped out to breathe fresh air. What I saw shook me. To my surprise, she was there! The beauty because of who I met with an accident. That moment I felt I don’t mind enduring several more accidents to relish this moment. Finally, I stood just 5 feet away from her, smelling the air which touched her body. I moved closer to her. I stood in front of her now. I touched her body and slowly slid my hands over her body, she did not move nor resist. I could feel that sensuous pleasure on the tips of my fingers. Boy! This was the moment I had lived for through my entire life.
“Chaitanya!” someone called for me.
I turned around to find an elderly man in his mid-forties, wearing a doctor’s coat and a stethoscope around his neck.
“I am sorry, do I know you? How do you know my name?” I asked that man in disbelief.
“Oh sorry, I am Doctor Vijay Singh; I treated you when you were admitted yesterday. I saw your name in the ID card” he said.
I thanked him and he turned around and began to leave but something suddenly stopped him. He turned again towards me and said “By the way, she brought you here” pointing his finger to the beauty in front of me and left. There was a moment of silence. I bent and kissed her gently and promised her
“When I get married and have a daughter, I would name her after you as a tribute to you”
Ten years later....
One day my daughter came back from school with tears in her eyes. I asked her the reason why she was crying.
“My friends are teasing me because my name sounds funny” she whined.
“But honey, I named you after a beauty I had seen ten years ago” I explained to her.
“Who is it papa” she asked wiping off her tears from her cheeks.
“It’s not a who honey, it’s a car, Skoda Octavia”
- Sri Chaitanya
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