Kiss

The sun was shining as brightly as it could. I was walking along the edge, where the water touched the sand. I was on the beach today. It wasn’t very crowded, atleast not this part. The sun restricted people from venturing out and getting tanned. I walked to the other end where not even the "machuarins" and the "phoolwalis" were there to disturb. Atleast today I kept all my tensions out. Atleast today, the morning did not begin with the alarm ringing madly, me rushing to finish the morning prelims and not to forget the ever-irritating “shave”. I’d taken a total leave today. Had enough money in the wallet to buy myself a vadapav for lunch and a Thumbs up to drain it down. Was on a LEAVE today after all. Flung my rugsack with a towel, a Tee shirt and a lungi, I was all set for a grand picnic to myself.
Suddenly, something flashed and I looked around what it was, so reflective here. I couldn’t see a thing. My curiosity paced again I saw something flat on the sand. I ran and saw a scaly flesh, a long tail behind a rock. A fish! Wow what a luck! I wondered what fish it was. I sat across the rock…and…was aghast to see a beautiful girl…or would I say… a mermaid! Yes, mermaid she was, so pure, beautiful, so white a skin and such pink lips…. but a fishtail waist down. Her breasts erect, rose tipped, just about visible from amidst the raven black hair falling on her face and relaxing on her chest. I couldn’t understand if I was in a spell or all of it was actually happening. I pinched myself, it hurt. It was real. My mind wasn’t working, just then I saw that her forehead was bleeding. I could not let her go. Next thing I knew was that I wrapped my lungi around her tail and put my tee shirt on her. Boy, was it by luck or by coincidence that I got the right things to cover her up. Picked her up on my shoulders and called for a cab. Her forehead was oozing blood profusely now. I took care to hold it up in the taxi. He gave me suspicious looks….or maybe it was my guilt. Took her home and put her on my bed. She was unconscious yet.
Gave her a quick first aid so that the bleeding would stop. Then cleared my messy bed and strewn undies everywhere. Was almost over when I suddenly heard a loud shriek and I looked at her. It was so loud that my mirror almost got a hairline crack. Immediately covered her mouth with my hands. My eyes now stared at the door, scared if her shrieks invited my ever-curious neighbors. Thankfully no knocks. I found myself fumbling for words trying to explain the history. I just looked into her eyes and said stupidly, “don’t shout” and gradually moved my hands from her mouth to uncover it. I just closed my eyes and kept my hands alert to cover it again, but to my amazement she did not. Bon! She seemed to understand my language! I looked into her eyes to tell her what happened, but before that she closed my mouth with her hands and opened her pink lips and said, “I know I must have taken a big leap to come to the surface and got hit by the rocks. So you picked me up from the shore? I’m not like one of you so it would be nice if you take me back to the water before you fall into trouble. Thank you so much for taking care of me.” Saying this she just pulled me towards her and locked my lips with her’s in the most passionate kiss I’ve ever experienced in my life. I was already in the trance by her speech and now the Kiss.
Somehow my brains did not work at all. I could not figure out what my next act would be. I just knew that I could not live without this beauty. I looked into her black eyes and lost all my senses. I told her that she could be here just as long as she wanted or felt comfortable staying as I could not let her go just now with her wounds all raw. She smiled and took my face in her hands and kissed me again. I was getting addicted to her kiss now. She kept performing that too often and in sometime I realized it must be a gesture of being thankful but who cared as long as that made me feel close to her. Her pink lips moved and she wanted to say something sweet and I knew it would be followed with another intoxicating kiss. My whole focus was on her now and as she said something,….what came out sounded so much like a stray dog crying to his folks. I looked at her with bewilderment and asked her what she wanted to say. Again she tried to say something and again she was howling like a dog. Cry kept on for sometime and the picture of her began fading away and replaced by her face was that of a stray dog’s- lanky king of the beach staring at me and trying to wake me up from my slumber. “Shit” was the first word I uttered as I realized that it was night and I had been sleeping all through. Got up with my stuff and headed homewards. Reaching home also the dream kept coming back to me. It was a dream! Lay ahead was another day beginning with the rush and the workload, the commitments.
Next day though I knew the same old routine would be followed, I somehow felt fresh. The Kiss still lingered on me!