WHORE!!!

Yesterday he called her a “Whore”! A randi, a harlot, a fallen woman. A slap left its residue imprint on her left cheek ever after the zinging sensation stopped in her ears. They say you see stars when impacted by a full blown blow, trust me, they could not be farther from the truth! She felt like she was drowning in a pool of blackness, of nothingness, void of all feelings. He looked at her with so much hatred it chilled her heart to her bone marrow, the brazen hostility in his eyes nauseated her. Why such a lovely title had been bestowed on her, you might ask. She mulled over it and the word seemed like an extravagant crown; eventuality- spondilitis, and then a broken neck. It all began with a hug. She felt compelled to hug him as they spoke about Goddard and Mansfield; her house guest, essentially a stranger, drawn to her through a social networking spider web of a world. She had captured her fantasy for a few moments, not much dissimilar to the screen-capture software you need to copy any page online. A hug, two beating hearts and manifold erotic desires; these unexpressed emotions threatened to drown her very being, she felt airless, like a gas balloon slowly meandering up to God knows where. No obvious destination, just fly, fly and fly. It was heady, it was intoxicating! This hug had metamorphosed into a kiss, like a chick comes out from an egg, the law of eventuality. No wait! It was not just a kiss. He entered her very being, not just her mouth and their souls touched, not just their tongues. But all that happened so long ago! She had to mull over the past, it was all fragmented, hideously distorted beyond recognition. She thought of him. Blue-grey-green eyes. The kiss transformed itself with untold urgency into a severe hug which left her breathless. She tried to imagine her favourite heroines in novels, locked away in eternal embrace by their beloved and felt slightly sick. She dug into the crevices of her mind for the vivid imagery, the nausea threatening to overpower her, blind her, and destroy her. It was ecstatic! The synchronistic movements of the human limbs have never failed to amaze her. How can three people move like one? How can their rhythm, their heartbeats be so harmonized? But then aren’t we all one? Again some new age jargon. Those eyes…blue-green-grey! They were twinkling. She was losing focus and the pain/pleasure engulfed her whole consciousness. The word made a comeback. WHORE! She suddenly remembers who was under her, laying out like a carpet for her back? This body belonged to the voice, yes, the same one who bestowed this great title on her, the word ringing loud, like a death knell, to herald some great destruction. But she remembers the furiousness with which he devoured her, his passions might have crushed her like a twig; she felt snapped into two, like two horses were pulling her limbs in the opposite directions. Somewhere, it thrilled her to be loved with so much intensity. Warmness radiates from her inner thighs, but then the word makes its appearance, laughing, parading itself, and showing off its grotesque limbs. The eyes were looking at her, the mouth underneath, suckling like a two months old babe. She held him tightly to her breast. Gorgeousity! Their union was like a supernova explosion; super powerful gamma rays explode into stellar fireworks. During a short interval a supernova can radiate as much energy as the Sun is expected to emit over its entire life span! Their bodies enmeshed, they breathed like one organism. And then the savage cries could be heard of fulfilment and satiation. She thought it was a miracle no one came tearing down the door. Memories came flooding in, chocking her. No one would understand this! Three bodies breathing as one, the love they had for each other. There would be frowns, insults and the fun would begin. The word would practically appear out of nowhere, attached to a number of faces, sometimes it would remain anonymous, but its oppressive tyranny would continue throughout her life. But little did she expect the word to show itself through his mouth. She tried to picture it in slow motion. The word literally danced out in obscenity. The nerve strings tightened in her ribs. The impact of the word hit her like a mace, shattering her skull into nothingness. But she was still here, thinking of that night, the full moon, the terrace, the soft breeze, his laughter. This too shall pass, she thought, and it did. But the word lingered in the air, taunting, aggravating and mocking.

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