Soon, as he went along with her, I tried to gaze at the crystal ball. So, leaving me to nurse my wounds, he left to address her needs? What does that portend for me? Won’t his ‘felt’ love for her make him lean towards her forever? That’s about the pull of love in lovemaking, isn’t it? Why by all means, Gopal is better in bed and yet didn’t I see her ecstatic sex with Murali, and that would ensure they carry on regardless. Where that would leave me but in a corner of his life till the very end, and what sort of life that could be? While the three spruce up their lives with their paramours, why should I alone stick to the sticky course fidelity? What about making hay when the sun is still shining? Why I’m barely forty and hugely attractive, am I not; don’t I know that as men of all ages can’t desist from ogling at me. Why not I take a handsome youth for a lover to set my bed on fire to light my life? Nothing original about it though as I gathered that from the novels I’ve read for it’s a part of the Parisian mores of yore. As the thought itself is so exciting, how thrilling seducing a youth, and all that follows, could be. What prevents me from experiencing it myself for there is no substitute for self-experience? Why not I freshen up and set out to conquer the youthful horizon in seductive style?
As I was about to leave, Binny, as if it smelled the rat, pulled my pallu to stop me from venturing out on my adventure! The faithful dog, my foot; it’s only faithful to the master, never mind he’s unfaithful to the mistress, who tends it. That revelation made me feel alone than ever before and shrugging off Binny, I set out to find a paramour for an eleventh hour amour.
Anita Nair’s prompt [*] for “Write India Campaign of Times of India” 2015