Read Chapter 3: Confrontation
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Pic Courtesy : Diba Raza
I sat in my seat, tensed. I am not usually this tensed. Especially around women. It’s always the other way round. I sat looking away from the entrance gate, pretending to be engrossed in my sketching. I heard the screeching sound of the door, and i knew they had come in.
Bina, and that girl. What on earth were they doing together? When did the women started ganging up on me. I have never had such co-incidences in my life. No co-incidences for that matter. Ever.
They passed by me. I did not look at them. They went and took the same seat. The place, where that girl was sitting before. I decided to relax a bit, and act cool. I was a man. The powerful, guy who could rule over any woman. Women were my muse. My target. They did as I wished. I couldn’t have fallen weak, or appeared vulnerable. As my sight and thoughts refused to catch pace, I heard my cellphone ring. It was Dev.
“Hey dude. Tell me”, I began. I desperately wanted to talk to someone. Or pretend like I was being really busy and occupied. I pretended to take notes while talking.
“Where are you?”, he asked.
“In Costa, near JP Bus stop”, I said.
“Ok. Can you do a painting workshop for my office colleagues?”, he asked.
“What?”, I did not know he took interest in my work. So much so, that he would promote it.
“Yes, we are encouraging recreational activities and the sorts. You know the drill!”, he explained.
“Ok”, I managed to say.
“What? Don’t do it as a favor or anything. The company will pay you”, he insisted.
“Ok, cool! You know I don’t do favors”, I mocked.
“Sure. I know”, he replied. I could sense the smile in his voice.
“Let me know the details then”, I said.
“Yep. I’ll get back”, he said as he was starting to hang up.
I gathered my guts and said, finally, “Dev.. come to Costa if you have time?”
“Everything Ok?”, he asked, because I do not hang out with him voluntarily. Ever. Asking him to come for coffee, in a typical coffee place was awkward. He knew things weren’t really Ok.
“Yes. All good. Never mind. Come home for dinner, we’ll talk then”, I did the usual thing.
“I will. I told aunty I will come home”, he said. “See you then. Bye.”, he hung up.
Again, I was left alone, amidst the stares of the two women. Yes. They were staring at me.. Two women, two days, back to back, two troubles, and both in the same cafe. Together. I felt outnumbered. All these years, when I looked at women, they appeared scared. But this was something strange!
I could be trashed for being a pervert. The other girl had seen the pictures on my cell phone. All nude women. I could be sent to jail. I would love that actually, one day. Some day. But that day, wasn’t the day I would have given up.
I decided to walk up to them and apologise. I liked Bina. I liked the other girl even more. I approached, while they still stared at me. I slid the tissue on the table, on which I had sketched that girl. Just like she was sitting before. Her lose sweatshirt, hair over her eyes, spectacles, and her fingers over her phone.
She picked it up, and looked at it.I wonder if she appreciated what she saw. That was a neat sketch. I am a good artist, I thought. Did I impress her? I wondered.
“Look, Bina”, I started.
“I….”, I was struggling to speak out the sorry word.
“Yes, go on”, said the girl.
I looked at Bina and said ,” I am sorry, Bina, for misbehaving the other day at the office”
“Lorraine”, the girl said.
“What?”, I looked at her perplexed.
“Her name is Lorraine”, she said.
“What.. Then who is Bina.. Bina Raj?”, I asked.
“I am Bina”, she said, and stood up. This girl, wearing this amazing fragrance, crazy voice which drove me crazy, a woman so unlike other women, said she was Bina. The name I was hung up on since the day I saw it on the news paper. This woman was the one!
“Now say, sorry to me”, she rolled up the sleeves of her sweatshirt, as Lorraine – the girl from the office reception, sat, looking amused.
“What the fuck!”, I stood there confused.
“I am Bina, and she is Lorraine. Did you not do your homework properly, Mr. Stalker?”, she raised her pitch.
I smiled. Looked at Lorraine and saw her fingers placed over her cheeks, observing the ongoings. The orange nail paint was chipping off, a tad.
“Why did you write her name on the paper?”, I laughed as my blood pressure dropped and I felt comfortable in the company of the girls.
“You want me to answer that?”, Lorraine said sarcastically. “My wish. I could write Tom Cruise if I wanted”, she added.
“Look Mr. I reckon you know a lot about both of us now. People like you are a waste. Leeches. Disgrace to the society! So get lost. OK?”, Bina said. It took some time for me to get used to the names and the expletives. What did she call me…Leech? Waste? My ego went into a hysterical laughter loop. I felt a high. Like I had an orgasm.
I had numerous questions about why were the pictures of Lorraine on Bina’s Facebook profile. I did not how to ask them. This was getting out of hand, and I couldn’t satisfy my curiosity. I simply assumed that they both were gay! Partners. Woman on woman! What an amazing painting that would turn out. My mind leapt higher and higher as my imagination screwed my senses.
Despite all that, this girl, now Bina, was a miracle woman.
“I hope you liked the sketch”, I smiled at Bina, and began to leave.
“Your Facebook Account”, I started and stopped, realising I was digging my own grave. I could be easily reported for stalking. And I turned back to leave again.
I had fallen for that girl – Bina. Yes. I had. Love? I don’t know what they call it. But I wanted to keep the conversation going. I wanted her to react to my statements. I wanted to trigger more emotions. I wanted to talk with her about everything there ever was. I wanted her.. With the thoughts mounting up, I started to walk away, as something within me triggered.
I looked back and said, “One day miss, I will sketch that without your clothes on, if you like”, I smiled. “Both of you, together”, I winked.
She approached me like a lightning and struck me on my face. Hard.
**Thud**
It had finally hit me. Love had finally hit me. I fainted.
Dev should never know about this…
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contd on next Friday