Intractable seeds of eclectic secrets, hidden in the enclosed tubules of senses, enraptured by the asphyxiating heavy fragrance of Indian wine, like flower buds, blossomed. Like a teething child that restlessly licks all its incipient teeth, I tongued the hollowed roof of my mouth with the scarlet tongue that twitched and conveyed an electric pulse with every new sensation it captured.
The night sky was clear. Beneath it, frozen in time, I reached out with my pointed fingers to raise the chilled glass of white wine. “Toast to TCS” sahu’s wine glass clinked against gym’s Shirley temple. A shrill curiosity engulfed me in flames of desire as I wetted my tongue with the dusky yellow wine. The fragile stem of the wine glass throbbed under the weight of lotus of my hand as I shifted my acute conscience around the chiselled lips. Through those lips, white wine encircled my tongue in an enchanted grip. Glistening yellow molten metal, with an acidic taste and corrosive intensity, pulverised my senses and shattered the nerve filaments on the tip of my tongue.
A beautiful lass in polka dotted white frock sat to our right by the bay side. Her beau, moved ever more closely with every sip of wine. Gentle breeze from the beach flew past the lassie as the young man drank out of her glass teasingly; locking his lips where her tomato red lips had left an impression over the cold vaporous glass, he winked at her. Tuna fish now lay on the ellipsoid lime white china plate before me. “I like them, when they are heavy” Sahu observed digging into the pale greenish flesh with the shiny piece of metal in his left, and slicing with another shiny piece of metal with his right hand. Gym noted that the juice ordered was no different from the one he had earlier at Green Coconut that morning. As if awakened by a chanting mantra, like an Egyptian mummy, Jena, who had bagged an offer from Ispath that very evening, dispelled his misgivings on the atmospheric evening’s expensiveness.
A couple sitting by the perimeter of the restaurant finished up, and we moved in to fill the vacant table. We smoked ‘romeo and juliet’ cigar out in the beach and returned to find the lassie gone. She was walking away with the young man who presently was holding her in a lovely embrace around the waist with his right hand. Her frock fluttered in the breeze, billowed as she stepped onto the stairs. And, she walked nonchalantly leaving the silhouette of her curvy body impressed on me, oh! How the frock hugged her in the wind. “sell 5 kgs of this beach sand anywhere outside….” Jena was provoking me into an argument. Jena was critical; Sahu was all entranced; Gym slightly concerned at the spendthrift Sahu’s enchanted air; as for me, I felt like a teething baby, stroking the new found wine sensations thoroughly.
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