September 18, 2009
When Love Got Trapped In A Marriage...
"It would take 7 minutes to heat pasta in the microwave, you want to have another round of heaven through the rear gate", asked Aryan, slowly biting his lower lip.
" Oh ya, i am sure seven minutes is a long time to explore the heaven", quickly came the reply from the corner of the room realizing only six and a half minutes were remaining.
They started peeling their clothes quickly off each other bodies like you peel potatoes during cooking. Then they began stripping there in the middle of the kitchen, kissing each other in and around collar bone of the neck, looking into each other eyes, both briefly assessing how to best utilize the minutes available, which by that time was reduced to five and a half minutes.
Aryan spread out the blanket on the kitchen floor and laid down with his back parallel to the kitchen floor and imagine himself as a horse which is going to be ridden by his master. His manhood was slid into the rear door quickly, and a familiar sensation went through their bodies that they have simultaneously appreciate and specifically anticipate in each others' companionship for the last three years. He gasped at the thrust, moaned in delight and smiled intriguingly realizing only three and a half minutes are remaining.
Aryan wanted to feel the body weight pressed against him, he wanted to hear the sexy sounds of the grunts in his ear. He wanted to fetch the freckled shoulder which was getting strained in the response of bearing the counterbalance of his muscular body as the continuous ramming of his rod on the gates of heaven was taking a frantic pace. He made his strokes faster realizing only one and a half minutes are remaining.
Aryan switched it up, using his knees as leverage against the pelvis as he pushed into the rear entry down upon him with surprisingly fluid movements until his legs warned him that they weren't sure how much longer they could hold the same position. His body was buckling down under their body weights as he was about to climax at any time. But as his jumbo-jet sprinkled the corners of the heaven with the love serum, as the minutes tickled down to zero on the timer of the microwave and as the scent of the pasta wafted through the whole kitchen, it was a unbearably breathtaking sensation he felt at that time. He came near, said in a soft hush voice in the ears, " I really adore you, its always a pleasure to make love to you". And before the opposite voice started choking with tears, Aryan brought the pasta along with couple of plates and fork. Together they ate and watched each other, naked still but with smiles on each other faces.
Three weeks later....
"This is the seventh time in the last 20 days, you are staying over night in the office, what the hell is going on Aryan?", Ishita facial muscles were blowing with anger and eyes were protruding out with disappointment.
" What the fuck, i have high workload at office and this is going to be the same in the coming few weeks, take it or leave it", Aryan conveniently tried to avoid the real motive of him saying overnight.
Ishita sat on the couch with her face hidden between the inner surface of the hands and the outer surface of the long lustrous hairs. Her eyes became blood shot red, as tears filled in them, " I really don't know Aryan, what wrong i am doing in this marriage. I try to be the best wife, be it taking care of your everyday things or cooking your favourite dishes. I mean, we can talk about it, but atleast i should know first what is the issue. I am running out of patience now. tell me", She pleaded literally with her eyes.
Aryan meanwhile calmed down a little bit, came close, sat down near her feet and started talking, " Ishita, trust me, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you, Its just that i need some time in this marriage. Things just happened so fast. First dad fall ill, and then his desire to see me married, then our marriage and finally, his passing away. Its just bloody too difficult to handle", he tried to pacify the situation by taking the conversation into a tangential direction.
"I hope this is the only reason", she stopped for a moment to wipe off the tears and said, "Can i ask you something, Aryan", and looked at him with a genuine face.
"ya, please tell me, i am ready to talk whatever you want, anything i can help you", Aryan replied with a half hearted heart even procrastinating her question.
"Was there anyone else in your life with whom you were involved, before our parents and other relatives started talking about our marriage", Ishita literally asked a million dollar code question.
Aryan stopped and thought for a moment, is this the time to tell her the real motive of his staying late in office these days, is this the time to tell her that he married because of pressure from the numerous relatives close to him, is this the time to tell her that he married because dad took a promise to marry a suitable girl before he dies, is this the time to tell her that he was just not into her or made up of all this marriage bullshit. is this the time to tell her how he is feeling trapped in this marriage and he will never become the way she wants him to be.
His thoughts were interjected by the ringing tone of his Nokia N76 mobile, he looked at her, and said, " Ishita, we will talk about this on the weekend at length", "Right now i have to rush for work. I will catch you later". Aryan picked his briefcase, put the mobile on silent without attending the call from heaven and left home. But as he was leaving, he made up his mind, he is going to tell Ishita each and every thing, he can't fool her and himself in this cage of marriage. Tomorrow is going to be the D day!".
Three months Later...
They both came out of the cabin, Ishita with folded hands around the chest and Aryan with hands inside the pockets of the trousers. Both wanted to say things to each other, but stopped letting the other person initiate the conversation. Both felt the tinge in the way you feel after having a heady vodka martini, which leaves you both shaken and stirred.
Suddenly a gush of emotions ran through from top to bottom nerves of Ishita, she wanted to run from there like a wild kangaroo out of the closet, he came close to Aryan, and said " All the best, May god fulfill all your wishes, I am sure good things are around the corner for you!", she kissed him on the right cheek and started walking towards the parking. She sat in the car, started the engine, and moved away forever from his life as she left the premises of the Delhi High court on Sher Shah Road.They were finally divorced...
Three Years Later...
@ Gate 14, Sydney International Airport, Sydney.
"Oh wow,what a pleasant surprise Ishita, how is it going?", Aryan literally jumped seeing her unexpectedly after such a long time.
"I am good, i was here for official work to meet a client, i am going back to Delhi tonight"."You tell, how is it going?" " You just vanished, even deleted your Orkut and Facebook account. It was so tough to trace you back. I hope everything is well with you", She said with a slight pinch of sadness of not having heard him in three years.
"Well ya, it was tough to have an active social life after we both got divorced, you know how it is in India. So as soon as i got a job in Qualcomm here, we both moved to Australia. Dheeraj also got a job after six months, and everything is legal here, you know what i mean, right.", he said with a tinge of feeling guilty of having not contacted her during all these years.
"Ya, i can understand. It was tough for me also answering all sorts of questions back home, but i guess i managed well in the end".. she paused before continuing," I am happy for you, You are satisfied and that's what matters the most. But hey, where is Dheeraj, are you travelling alone?", she completed her sentence only to realise a second later the futility of it.
"There he is coming, actually he just went into the washroom," Aryan said pointing towards the direction from where he is coming," but seeing Dheeraj stopped at the Taco Bell Pizza corner, Aryan started moving in his direction to fetch him across the counter, only to be stopped by Ishita.
"Aryan, wait, its ok. My flight is on time, I have to move to gate no. 27 and its a bit far away from here. So may be some time later," Ishita wanted to get off from there ASAP.
" But meet Dheeraj once atleast, god knows when we are going to meet again," Aryan fervently replied with slight tilt of the head towards right.
"Aryan, Just let it be. You know what, you still haven't understood me. For however short duration it was, i loved you from the deepest depths of my heart. From taking care of your every day Breton perfumed handkerchief to cooking Italian Pasta every Saturday, from understanding your inherent sexual limitations to consoling myself of an almost non existent sex life with you, from being a divorcee wife in a hypocrite society like ours to an 18 hour working manager of Arikeent Technologies, i have always loved you. And be it a man or a woman, i would always feel jealous seeing you with someone else. So just let me go". She paused for a moment, had a final look at him and said, "hope to see you sometime in future, you take care," and started moving with her handbag trolley towards gate no.27.
Aryan realized the love she has showered to him in all these years, he realised what a brave women she has been who has stood beyond the whims and fancies of the society, he reliased how lonely she must have felt in all these years. He wanted to go back to give her a hug, and tell how special person she is for him even after whatever happened between them. But he couldn't collect enough courage. He stood there, motionless, senseless, with tears lurking around the corner of his eyes, and just two words on his lips, "Thank You!"
PS: It was published recently in a daily Indian newspaper, that considering four major metros (Mumbai, Hyderabad, Bangalore and Kolkatta), atleast 1.12% of the total population in these cities is of alternate sexuality who go ahead and gets married in a heterosexual marriage. Only 0.028% of that population has been able to break such 'trappings' and moved on to live abroad where homosexuality is acceptable by law. Even as section 377 of the Indian constitution decriminalizes homosexuality, is there a possibility that they will be acceptable in the Indian society like a normal couple or i am putting across this question a few decades too early! Think about it....