A low beep was heard at the end of the room. The silence that followed was tantalizing. They looked at each other. They both knew what it meant. The elder leapt at the sound and ran across the room to grab the coveted seat. The other was left groping at her dress in order to prevent the inevitable. It was a matter of seconds, everything was a blur. All they could see was the cursed seat. Then there was that music, that evil music that can enchant, enthrall and captivate. It lasts for not more than 5 seconds, but it is a clear sign of the pleasures that await as the computer comes alive.
The elder had long seated herself, while the younger stood by the seat sulking.
“Why must you always sit at the computer when I turn it on to do my work?”
The elder gives a gleeful laugh, “Because I’m addicted. Don’t you know that?”
“Mom, come on! Haven’t you played Solitaire enough already!”
Friday, November 27, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Sunday Morning
“There's someone at the door.”
“I’ll get it. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Early on a Sunday morning, fresh sun was streaming in through the open windows in the living room. It brightened up the whole house. The air was cool. She wanted to turn down the fan. Winter was on its way. Not yet, she thought, and pulled up the blanket around her. But sleep had left her. She stared blankly at the curtained window, tracing the yellow lines of the embroidered flowers on the red cloth. She could hear him talking to someone at the door. She wondered who it could be. What time was it? The clock was on the wall above her head. She would have to get up. She groped around the bed for her cell phone. She couldn’t find it. So she gave up and buried herself under the blanket again.
“Its 3 AM. I thought they were going to stay over.”
“What a mess! Come help me clean up.”
“It can wait.”
She smiled at the memory of how his voice tickled her ear. She turned over and closed her eyes. She felt his fingers run down her spine, her skin tingled. She felt him blow a strand of hair away from her face. She took a deep breath in. Last night was the best. She heard the door close in the hall. He was coming. They had slept may be an hour ago. But she didn’t feel sleepy. She felt restless. She wanted to get up and do something. But her body wouldn’t move.
“Bloody milk man. 7 AM on a Sunday! Do these people have no scruples?”
She sat up on the bed, “I’m not sleepy. Do you want some coffee?”
“Arey! You haven’t slept at all last night. Come, get some sleep.”
She didn’t want to resist when his hands pulled her down on the bed. His hands automatically circled her waist and her legs automatically intertwined with his.
“You have to call mom.”
“Shut up” he whispered back.
“We should wake up before noon, I’m not sure when your parents said they were going to come.”
“Will you please shut up and go to sleep?”
The temple bells were ringing for the morning aarti. The sun was trying to peep through the curtains that were fluttering in the wind. She breathed in the comfort and closed her eyes.
“Shall we just order for lunch? I don’t want to cook.”
“hmm”
“I hope my parents won’t land before 4 or something. This place is a mess.”
“hmm”
“Last night, the guys were just...”
“hmm”
He looked over at her face, “You’re asleep aren’t you?”
“hmm”
“I’ll get it. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Early on a Sunday morning, fresh sun was streaming in through the open windows in the living room. It brightened up the whole house. The air was cool. She wanted to turn down the fan. Winter was on its way. Not yet, she thought, and pulled up the blanket around her. But sleep had left her. She stared blankly at the curtained window, tracing the yellow lines of the embroidered flowers on the red cloth. She could hear him talking to someone at the door. She wondered who it could be. What time was it? The clock was on the wall above her head. She would have to get up. She groped around the bed for her cell phone. She couldn’t find it. So she gave up and buried herself under the blanket again.
“Its 3 AM. I thought they were going to stay over.”
“What a mess! Come help me clean up.”
“It can wait.”
She smiled at the memory of how his voice tickled her ear. She turned over and closed her eyes. She felt his fingers run down her spine, her skin tingled. She felt him blow a strand of hair away from her face. She took a deep breath in. Last night was the best. She heard the door close in the hall. He was coming. They had slept may be an hour ago. But she didn’t feel sleepy. She felt restless. She wanted to get up and do something. But her body wouldn’t move.
“Bloody milk man. 7 AM on a Sunday! Do these people have no scruples?”
She sat up on the bed, “I’m not sleepy. Do you want some coffee?”
“Arey! You haven’t slept at all last night. Come, get some sleep.”
She didn’t want to resist when his hands pulled her down on the bed. His hands automatically circled her waist and her legs automatically intertwined with his.
“You have to call mom.”
“Shut up” he whispered back.
“We should wake up before noon, I’m not sure when your parents said they were going to come.”
“Will you please shut up and go to sleep?”
The temple bells were ringing for the morning aarti. The sun was trying to peep through the curtains that were fluttering in the wind. She breathed in the comfort and closed her eyes.
“Shall we just order for lunch? I don’t want to cook.”
“hmm”
“I hope my parents won’t land before 4 or something. This place is a mess.”
“hmm”
“Last night, the guys were just...”
“hmm”
He looked over at her face, “You’re asleep aren’t you?”
“hmm”
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