Saturday, February 02, 2008

More than a fistful of sky

The anklets slip off the moment he touches them. They always went even before he called. He never called.

He plays with my toe ring. I wince a little when he finally manages to remove it. There is always reluctance in parting.

He's got the most beautiful fingers I've ever seen. The long stalks that held pencils, pens, paint brushes, cigarettes and women among others. Cigarettes didn't suit him some years ago. They now do.

Women. It was a singular thing in his life before. The past never is really past. I always look back.

Tell me about her. And her. And her. And every one of them. 8 years of women to catch up with.

The numbers and name roll off his tongue.

Really? So many?, I never ask.

And the sex?

Its always been interesting. Its different... different women different times and same woman different times.


Tell me more.

We never had secrets. And when we finally did, they ate us up. Secrets not shared become bigger than you and they gobble you up.

It was a train journey. The flimsy curtains showed more than they covered. But one hoped they covered more. Train seats aren't really meant for two to lie. And in that lay all the fun.

He stops abruptly. He stretches his hands towards me.

His fingers that unhooked many layers off many women. His fingers that trembled when they wrote his address on a book I still have saved. Fingers that caught a handful of sky, more sky than my small ones ever could. They're still as beautiful.

I'd lent out what was mine.

I take them. Back.


Anonymous D said...

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5:05 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

another touch of pure genius my dear

6:57 PM  
Blogger aks said...

hey sweetheart...
another beautiful one.........

5:52 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

D: Our conversations are ours alone. Not on the blog my dear.

Anon: Ty! :)

Aks: Beautiful people around me sweets! :)

9:07 AM  
Anonymous Abinash said...

Well a good piece of writing. But its little more confusing than convincing. But yeah past is fact. If the love existed its a fact. And does not matter how many women are handled, the fingers would always have a special touch for the special one.. for the matter of fact.

8:05 PM  
Blogger akberbooks said...

താങ്കള്‍ക്ക് ലഭിക്കുന്ന ആദ്യത്തെ മലയാളം പ്രതികരണമായിരിക്കും ഇത്. പൂര്‍ണിമ വിജയന്‍ എന്ന പേരില്‍ എനിക്കൊരു ബാല്യകാല സുഹൃത്തുണ്‍ടായിരുന്നു. അവളുടെ വീട്‌ എ‍റണാകുളം ജില്ലയിലെ കോതമംഗലത്തായിരുന്നു. മിടുക്കിയായ അവള്‍ ഇംഗ്ലീഷില്‍ വിദഗ്ധയായിരുന്നു. നിങ്ങള്‍ ആ പൂര്‍ണിമയാണെങ്കില്‍ പ്രതികരിക്കുക.

2:09 AM  
Anonymous forastera said...

dear...les doigts d'hommes rampent encore plus loin..

3:54 AM  
Anonymous sonu said...

You use right words at right places..Those could have been only Sex what he had..never a Love making when it was with multiples..

6:55 AM  
Blogger one among said...

hi poornima,

when communication is achieved... it unshackles an enterprising thought..... from its bohemian social shibboleth..... to let it a spatially larger time frame. an amphibious lingering..... with self and with him..... helps maintain the tedium and solitude..... on the brink of an extensive.... forever uncertain but creative experience.

good post....keep writing...

9:01 PM  
Anonymous Abinash said...

I dont know why but I certainly dislike the above coment and couldn't help jotting it down. Sorry han .. ;)

2:28 AM  
Blogger greenhorn said...

'I take them. Back.'.... and then what?? it doesnt end there, does it?

10:24 AM  
Blogger whencatrawman said...

You know, I learnt a thing or two from you - in writing soft erotica mixed with other random things I want to express ... [;)]

Good one. As always.

2:11 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Abinash: Special alright.

Akber: Aa Poornima njan alla. Veedu Ekm alla. Kottayam aanu.

OAC: Brink of solitude... naah- wallowing in it.

Abinash: Hahaha. Individuals and comments. :)

Forastera: Sigh.

Sonu: Knowing him... you know, am sure he loved all the women. A mighty heart! :)

Greenhorn: I'd lent him out. I take his hands back. And so him. get it? :)

Whencatrawman: Soft porn eh? Hahahah. Thank you. Am really thrilled.

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