मायाची गोष्ट प्रस्थापित संकेतांना धक्के देते. ती स्पर्श कथा आहे. स्पर्श किती बोलू शकतो...आणि त्याचे विभ्रम किती मोहक आणि कितीदा उत्तेजक असू शकतात...आणि ते क्षण घडवणारे असतात ह्याची ही कथा आहे. तुम्हाला ही मराठीत वाचायला आवडेल? उत्तर हो असेल तर मी ह्या कथेचा अनुवाद करेन.
Maya's story is about "touch". Touch story. Touch can communicate infinitely. It has many shades. Its romantic, its at times sexy, it awakens fire and it makes a "moment" it brings to life a moment. Will you like to translate this story in Marathi..? If yes...I will do it.
Vikram
My First One – Maya Alfred
My shining black shoes added more confidence in my step as I walked once again in the world of luck , lust and gambling. Business in the new free India required me to socialize and these were the places where the young and rich of the free India socialized. The Honeytrap casino and dance club located at the suburbs of Calcutta was one such favorite. Calcutta no more a capital still had traces of being the queen even after the British left. And we , the confused Indians even back then, still acted out the part. Hence the Honeytrap casino and dance club.
The table we usually reserved was the best. I was anyways now in the race of being the best. The others who joined me for the game tonight were either equals or better. Confused of course like me yet confident a tad more than me.
The first round of both the game and the Chivas Regal went smooth. Then a couple of them too. With the band playing a symphony or something to that effect, keeping it to the background, the evening so far was just like any other. I lost 4 times of the 6 we played and this was my 5th drink of the sophisticated scotch; that is when she struck me!
There was no dramatic entry and yet she arrived like one young, vivacious, free spirited lighting on a dark boring sky. Everything else stopped then when her heavily kohled eyes met mine. Or so I assumed they did. She actually was glancing for a comfortable known face and seeing one right through me, her lips curved to a smile that reached her bright eyes. Beautiful; simply beautiful smile.
I was captivated no doubt, but her pista green chiffon sari with the gold sleeveless, backless blouse didn’t go unnoticed. The chocker in gold, ornamenting her long slender neck and the chrysanthemum in her messy bun only further took my breath away.
I think it was more of her than the wise old Chivas that now besotted me. And I shamelessly refused to take my eyes away from her. She in turn chatting away with the known’s , sitting across me, kept the game on. And then the waltz ended.
She got up and started walking towards me. It made me nervous. Not sure if to apologize or praise, I gulped on my drink and smiled dumbly.
Kakoli Sen. She whispered in a voice befitting her name and pulled me to the floor. The beat of the Tango was unmistakable.
The next 30 minutes of my life were few of the best 30 minutes of my life. There was a mesmerizing demonstration of physics and chemistry working hand in hand between us. I was invading her space fearlessly and she was inviting me further; deeper. Blood rushed through my vein to my brain equally, fiercely and our moves got quicker and sensuous further. She was as close to me as I could hold and I still wished to move in an inch more. Covered in the light mist of sweat, she glowed . Her curvaceous waist playing along my grip, I could see the hollow of her throat where a little sweat had gathered too. Her bare back getting warmer, her cheeks flushed. Her chest heaving heavy; partly with the rhythm ; mainly though because of my fingertips running smoothly on her bare arms. We were connected. Our bodies swirling together, breathing together, united in the moment , losing all notions of time, like they say. Lost in the journey.
It was the last Tanda. Her hand slid up my chest, our bodies forced control on one another and I ventured in further for the last dip. Our mouths close to each other, tensed no more. Irresistible. She gave in too. Our lips met. It was divine.
The music died and the lights were on. Kakoli Sen stood there laughing at my helpless state . All I could do was gasp with an open mouth pinning for more. A little more.
How long I stood there I do not remember. Long enough I guess to be shoved out. Shaken and exhausted. My senses slowly returning back. I was walking past the Victoria memorial in the glory of a moonlit night. Smiling to myself. Still feeling her around me.
I just had my first one!