DCDIIL Words – Suddhar
She throws her skirt at my face and interrupts my mumbling.
Please note, English is not my mother tongue, so my writing is way worst than in Spanish, but I have to practice, right?
- Have you ever been naked down the stars before? – She asks me while she unzips her skirt.
- No… Not really… – I answer, nervous, shaking and not because I’m cold. It’s never cold in a spring night in Karnataka. I shake out of excitement – Well… Maybe when I was a small kid, a child… Maybe then…
She throws her skirt at my face and interrupts my mumbling.
- That was a rhetorical question, buddhu! – She says with a small giggle -. My dear, Suddhar! You weren’t supposed to answer, but rather to follow me in this…
She starts unbutton her shirt, I shut up and do the same. The night is beautiful, at least I’m quite sure it is. I mean, it would be a beautiful night even if she wasn’t taking off her clothes. The moon is full and shines over her back. When she stands stills I can see the moonlit illuminating her black and silky hair, like a crown or halo.
- You know? When I was a little girl, I was convinced that if my body wasn’t fully covered after the nightfall I was going to die.
She says this turning slowly, looking at the city lights that shine far away from us. She lets her shirt fall back, the dark skin of her shoulders are uncovered and shining with the reflection of moonlight.
- Don’t laugh! It wasn’t that I was specially conservative or something like that – She starts moving slowly, swinging, almost dancing. I couldn’t laugh even if I wanted to -. It was my mother’s fault. Apparently I was once bitten by a mosquito and suffered an almost incredible severe allergic reaction that kept me in the hospital for a couple of days. I still have the mark, you know? – She turns around and touches her left tight with two fingers -. Of course, you cannot see it right know, but it’s here. After I got better, my mother never let me forget how scared she was and that I should be extremely careful about it.
She turns again and starts to loose her bra. I finish taking my Kurta shirt off and start to work my way out of my Jeans. She stands quiet for a while, and I get the sensation that she is looking for someone out in the city.
- What she didn’t told me was that when the mosquito bite me I was but a week old. Talk about forgetting details. – My jeans are off, now the both of us are only in our underwear-. Anyway, when I was 14 I was bitten by a spider. And nothing happened. I started to question my death sentence. I went out the next day to see the sunset in a hill near our house with my a short sleeved salwaar. Nothing happened. I was bitten for several mosquitoes and nothing happened. I felt the itch and found it so refreshing, so liberating – she starts to scratch her body softly with the tip of her fingers -. I realized that I loved to be with my body uncovered, and spent that whole night sleeping naked on the grass.
She takes off her bra and I take off my socks. She turns around, look at me, blow me a kiss and take off her panties. I’m even shaking more than before.
- Are you cold? – She asks.
- No… I’m just…
She throws the panties at my face and interrupts my mumbling.
- I know you’re not… No one is cold in this city a spring night.
I took off my underwear.
- That’s much better – she says and smile-. Can you see me?
- Barely, it’s too dark.
- No it’s not, I can see you… – She laughs again -. It’s because the moon on my back. I can see your whole body, while you only see a shadow of me.
- I see your Bindi… It shines on your forehead.
- Too bad you cannot see my Mehendi. I made it myself, you know? – She stretches her arm to the moon and takes it back down doing some gently mudras -. I carefully designed it for this night… I carefully designed it for you.
She starts to sing a slow paced lullaby and dances to the tune of her own voice. She is getting closer and closer to me. She grabs my hands and invites me to dance with her. We spin around, and with each turn I can see her body better. The perfume of her hair reaches to my face: a mixture of dragonfruit and sandalwood. She starts to go slowly, her hands starts to climb up my arm until they reach my shoulders and we stop spinning.
For a moment nothing happens.
I hug her, she hugs me back and kisses my neck with her tongue. I hug her stronger. She get her mouth closer to my ear and whispers.
- Don’t forget me when you wake up.
- We are awake. – I reply and caress her back.
- When you wake up, there won’t be a “we”. So you have to remember me so we can be dreamed again.
- What do you mean? We can stay like this forever if we want to.
- You’re my best friend, you know? – She kisses my ear and claws her nails on my back. I let a small moan go out. It hurts, but not as much as her kiss -. I cannot really wait until I see you again, so you better hurry and…–
I wake up in my bed, completely dress and sweating cold.
– Have you ever been naked down the stars before? – She asks me while she unzips her skirt.
– No… Not really… – I answer, nervous, shaking not because of the cold. It’s never cold in a spring night in Karnataka. I shake because I’m excited – Well… Maybe when I was a small kid, a child… Maybe then…
She throws her skirt at my face and interrupts my mumbling.
– That was a rhetorical question, buddhu! – She says with a small giggle -. My dear, Suddhar! You weren’t supposed to answer, but rather to follow me in this…
She starts unbutton her shirt, I shut up and do the same. The night is beautiful, at least I’m pretty sure it is. I mean, it would’ve been a beautiful night even if she wasn’t taking off her clothes. The moon is full and shines over her back. When she stands stills I can see the moonlit illuminating her black and silky hair, like a diamond crown.
– You know? When I was a little girl, I was convinced that if my body wasn’t fully covered after the nightfall I was going to die.
She says this turning slowly, looking at the city lights that shine far away from us. She lets her shirt fall back and her dark brown shoulders are uncovered and shine with the reflection of the moonlight.
– Don’t! Laugh! It wasn’t that I was specially conservative or anything like that – She starts moving slowly one way and the other… I couldn’t laugh even if I wanted to -. It was my mother’s fault. Apparently I was once bitten by a mosquito and suffered an almost incredible severe allergic reaction that kept me in the hospital for a couple of days. I still have the mark, you know? – She turns around and touches her left tight with two fingers -. Of course, you cannot see it right know, but it’s here. After I got better, my mother never let me forget how scared she was and that I should be extremely careful about it.
She turns again and starts to loose her bra. I finish taking my Kurta shirt off and start to work my way through the Jeans. She stands quiet for a while, and I get the sensation that she is looking for something out in the city.
– What she didn’t told me was that when the mosquito bite me I was a week old. Talk about forgetting details. – My jeans are off, now the both of us are only in our underwear-. Anyway, when I was 14 I was bitten by a spider. And nothing happened. I started to question my death sentence. I went out the next day to see the sunset in a hill near our house with my a short sleeved salwaar. Nothing happened. I was bitten for several mosquitoes and nothing happened. I felt that itchiness and found it so refreshing, so liberating – she starts to scratch her body softly with the tip of her fingers -. I realized that I loved to be with my body uncovered, and spent that whole night sleeping naked on the grass.
She takes off her bra and I take off my socks. She turns around, look at me, blow me a kiss and take off her panties. I’m shaking more than before.
– Are you cold? – She asks.
– No… I’m just…
She throws the panties at my face and interrupts my mumbling.
– I know you’re not… No one is cold in this city a spring night.
I took off my underwear.
– That’s much better – she says and smile-. Can you see me?
– Barely, it’s too dark.
– No it’s not, I can see you… – She giggles again -. It’s because the moon is on my back. I can see your whole body, while you only see a shadow of me.
– I see your Bindi… It shines on your forehead.
– Too bad you cannot see my Mehendi. I made it myself, you know? – She stretches her arm to the moon and takes it back down doing some gently mudras -. I carefully designed it for this night… I carefully designed it for you.
She starts to sing a slow paced lullaby and dances to the tune of her own voice. She is getting closer and closer to me. She grabs my hands and invites me to dance with her. We spin around, and with each turn I can see her body better. The smell of her hairs reaches to my face: a mixture of dragonfruit and sandalwood. She starts to go slow, her hands starts to climb up my arm until they reach my shoulders and we stop spinning.
For a moment nothing happens.
I hug her, she hugs me back and kisses my neck with her tongue. I hug her stronger. She get her mouth closer to my ear and whispers to me.
– Don’t forget me when you wake up.
– We are awake. – I reply and caress her back.
– When you wake up, there won’t be a “we”. So you have to remember me, in order that we can be dreamed again.
– What do you mean? We can stay like this forever if we want to.
– You’re my best friend, you know? – She kisses my ear and claws her nails on my back. I let a small moan go out -. I cannot really wait until I see you again, so you better hurry and…–
I wake up in my bed, completely dress and sweating cold.
