Tuesday 25 October 2016

Regret

"If this was a porn video, it'd get a million hits", she said.

 "Lets shoot it then", I suggested.

 She smiled at me like an innocent child, and said. "Fuck you".

 I tickled her navel. She laughed and got out of the bed. She loves
when i do that. My hands were dying to tickle her again, but she ran
to the toilet. I followed her. We were like two year olds wandering
around the house naked, playing like kindergarten kids, and doing
whatever we wanted to. Or may be, playing with our life.

 We got into the bathroom. She switched on the shower. I put my hands
on her butt and pulled her close. This is what happens when two slim
bodies hug. Each and every part of me touches her. Each and every hair
bonds. I grabbed her hair, and I went inside her for the fifth time. I
dont know why I was counting, but I was really accurate about it.

 "Merging of philosophies", she said.

 "What?". It did interrupted the course.

 "Sex, its the merging of philosophies". She replied.

 "Does that make us a single philosophy now?" I asked.

 "Unless and until you're out of my body, Yes we are one single
philosophy". She said.

 I wish I could have sex with her words. Whatever she spits out is
well polished with honesty, and nothing is more sexier than a naked
woman spitting out naked truths. Sometimes it'll make you fall for
her, and sometimes it will tear you apart.

Like Dad Like No One

I remember my mom shouting at him. "Tim, How many times do I need to
tell you this? Don't smoke in front of kids!"

 But he'll be sitting on the couch staring at the newspaper, and then
looking at me. I know he wants me to blush. Then only we both can
smile at mom and make fun of her. I still remember those good old
days, and still can't forget that one bad day, 19 September 1998. It
was his birthday. We were waiting for him at our grandpa's house. We
were all set to give him a surprise. But it ended he surprising us by
tearing our heart apart. I remember getting that phone call from Steve
uncle.

 I remember him saying in a shivering tone, "Jake, Tell Cathy to come
to my home. Now."

 I knew something was wrong. I gave the phone to my mom. The next
thing I remember is seeing her in the hospital at Rhode Island. I dont
know why, but I still don't remember what happened after that phone
call. I get to know from the doctors that she fainted while talking on
phone. My 7 year old brain didn't understand anything happening there.

 September 26th. I remember sitting with Steve uncle. Its been one
week since I have heard from Dad. Steve uncle was sending a message on
his lap. I looked at the screen and started reading it.

 Sender : Steve McDin

 Receiver : Fr. Johnson Den

 Message : "Here lies the soul of Tim Davidson, father of Jake and the
loving husband of Cathy". This what we need to be engraved on the
grave. I have sent a copy to the church also. Regards.

 Message ended. My heart almost stopped beating. I ran to my room, and
hit the bed. I never wanted to wake up from there. The man who used to
blush at me to make fun of mom, died. The man who used to take me to
Beach every weekend, and tells me to dream about our life goals by
looking at the waves, died. The man who takes me to church on every
sunday, and tells me not to put the money on the church box, but
insists to give it to the beggars standing outside the church, died.
The man who told me a man who doesn't spend time with his family is
not a man at all, died. The man who was my mentor, my father, my
friend, my everything, died.

 Its been 14 years, and I'm sitting on this shore, holding the Tobacco
Pipe bowl which he used. I will never burn it. I'll just hold it like
he used to hold it. Its like holding his hands, and I've always wanted
to correct what Steve uncle said.

 "Here lies the body of Tim Davidson, not his soul. His soul belongs
to Jake Davidson."