Tether not
Your mind,
Let it soar
Its flight of fancy
Let it gallop
In its fantasy
Let it Canter
factually.......
Only then would you have relived life in your writings- a honest attempt at living- Expat's Musings
' Yatriyon, kripya dhyaan deejiye. Hum thodi hi deir mein Kuwait mein utharnewaale hain. Krupya apni seat seedhi karen, tray table bandh karen aur kamar-peti baandhe rakhen ', the best voice on the sickly AI aircraft cooed a message in Hindi. She looked hot no doubt, her belly-button showing with a hint of a tattoo trying to get some light from where it was hidden. She came rounded at the base, flat-packed in the middle, full and ripe where it mattered and that face-mashallah, subhanallah, all steam-rolled into one. I wished I could pluck those fleshy rosy lips from where they pouted. I pretended to sleep on, my seat belt unbuckled, my seat reclined and my tray table open .
A few seconds later I felt her buckle me up. Her breath felt hot as I felt the heat from her heaving bosom while she closed the tray. It seemed she whispered as she straightened my seat...I cd see her perspiring arm pits, I pretended to jump up startled trying to touch her. I was hallucinating....must be the coffee. My freaking National Carrier had ogresses for attendants, I could have well been tom-dancing in front of a cannibal chieftain.
What a flight- Hyderabad to Kuwait via a Bora Ahmedabad.....the shiite brothers filled up the rest of the flight. I must have been the only ka'afir on the craft. The youth looked bearded and holy, their wives hot and horny......oh my ! See what the flight had done to my psyche...I even exchanged a few meaningful glances with my voluptuous neighbor (at least i assumed she must be despite her funny looking hijab). I smiled as she twitched her lips in invitation. Would I ever see her again?
10.45 pm....the mercury read a freaking 41 degrees, I had left a hot-hot Hyderabad at a blistering 40 at 3 pm in the afternoon and here I was in the darkness of the nite, in a freaking cauldron.
I wont like this god-damned place..I told myself as I trudged ahead to the immigration. A veiled lady asked me...U come first time Kuwait...I replied Aiwa...She said ' Faddal, Ahlan wa Sahlan, welcome to Kuwait'. My Passport was stamped and I ran ahead to fetch a trolley....I lit up.....Ohh..for a well-earned lungful of smoke..Nicotine, baby I love you.. My mobile rang, it was M, my classmate, very close friend, an ad-mad man now married to my dentist sister-in-law. He was instrumental in getting me over, for now lets call him the 'SAVIOR'....
Fiddling for my mobile, I accidentally dropped my passport case. As I bent to pick it up, someone beat me to it.. my hand touched hers for one eternal moment. Time stopped in its tracks. She smiled, the pout more prominent than ever. My gaze dropped to the flat-pack. I saw the tattoo again, it was a hand that was reaching for her navel ...they looked like mine....Ooomph! I looked at my hand, it was still clasped in hers.. We shook hands!
'Have a nice stay' she said and left as the crew made its way out through a priority exit...she was gone..forever! 'You too', I muttered sheepishly. As she disappeared round the bend, I smelt my hands....pour femme fatale!
At the conveyor belt now, I saw my co-passenger. She was smiling. She gestured as she crushed and dropped some piece of paper on the ground..I went and picked it up where she left..6745610...must be her telephone number...aha...
Let it soar
Its flight of fancy
Let it gallop
In its fantasy
Let it Canter
factually.......
Only then would you have relived life in your writings- a honest attempt at living- Expat's Musings
' Yatriyon, kripya dhyaan deejiye. Hum thodi hi deir mein Kuwait mein utharnewaale hain. Krupya apni seat seedhi karen, tray table bandh karen aur kamar-peti baandhe rakhen ', the best voice on the sickly AI aircraft cooed a message in Hindi. She looked hot no doubt, her belly-button showing with a hint of a tattoo trying to get some light from where it was hidden. She came rounded at the base, flat-packed in the middle, full and ripe where it mattered and that face-mashallah, subhanallah, all steam-rolled into one. I wished I could pluck those fleshy rosy lips from where they pouted. I pretended to sleep on, my seat belt unbuckled, my seat reclined and my tray table open .
A few seconds later I felt her buckle me up. Her breath felt hot as I felt the heat from her heaving bosom while she closed the tray. It seemed she whispered as she straightened my seat...I cd see her perspiring arm pits, I pretended to jump up startled trying to touch her. I was hallucinating....must be the coffee. My freaking National Carrier had ogresses for attendants, I could have well been tom-dancing in front of a cannibal chieftain.
What a flight- Hyderabad to Kuwait via a Bora Ahmedabad.....the shiite brothers filled up the rest of the flight. I must have been the only ka'afir on the craft. The youth looked bearded and holy, their wives hot and horny......oh my ! See what the flight had done to my psyche...I even exchanged a few meaningful glances with my voluptuous neighbor (at least i assumed she must be despite her funny looking hijab). I smiled as she twitched her lips in invitation. Would I ever see her again?
10.45 pm....the mercury read a freaking 41 degrees, I had left a hot-hot Hyderabad at a blistering 40 at 3 pm in the afternoon and here I was in the darkness of the nite, in a freaking cauldron.
I wont like this god-damned place..I told myself as I trudged ahead to the immigration. A veiled lady asked me...U come first time Kuwait...I replied Aiwa...She said ' Faddal, Ahlan wa Sahlan, welcome to Kuwait'. My Passport was stamped and I ran ahead to fetch a trolley....I lit up.....Ohh..for a well-earned lungful of smoke..Nicotine, baby I love you.. My mobile rang, it was M, my classmate, very close friend, an ad-mad man now married to my dentist sister-in-law. He was instrumental in getting me over, for now lets call him the 'SAVIOR'....
Fiddling for my mobile, I accidentally dropped my passport case. As I bent to pick it up, someone beat me to it.. my hand touched hers for one eternal moment. Time stopped in its tracks. She smiled, the pout more prominent than ever. My gaze dropped to the flat-pack. I saw the tattoo again, it was a hand that was reaching for her navel ...they looked like mine....Ooomph! I looked at my hand, it was still clasped in hers.. We shook hands!
'Have a nice stay' she said and left as the crew made its way out through a priority exit...she was gone..forever! 'You too', I muttered sheepishly. As she disappeared round the bend, I smelt my hands....pour femme fatale!
At the conveyor belt now, I saw my co-passenger. She was smiling. She gestured as she crushed and dropped some piece of paper on the ground..I went and picked it up where she left..6745610...must be her telephone number...aha...
My male magnetism was on song today I hummed to myself as I looked at the paper. I almost read it aloud..6745610? 6745610?.. 6 7 4 5 6 10...isn't this my number?
THUD! The goddamned aircraft had landed....rattling on all her limbs...My dream bubble had burst- End of a flight of fancy.
The Ogresses were at the door, wishing us namaste, thank you!
Kuwait, just as I had dreamt, was ****ing hot...the mercury read 42 degrees C.
To the days ahead cheers..
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