a day before he was born, rakesh was convinced he was meant for great things...
unlike the regular colour pencils that were so cheaply available around every nook and corner, he came in a matte steel compass... while every other colour in the set had an identity, rakesh felt that only suneeta and he really stood out... he eagerly awaited being purchased so that he could tell her so and start a life with her...
the annual back to school sale was under-way and soon enough the rich brats flooded in, trying their best to extort the most from the folks, not really wanting anything... with one eye on the check list and another on the fanciest looking makes they moved about from shelf to shelf... sure enough, rakesh's compass drew several stares but most shied away... one day a confident young idiot approached and took it away, tucked safely under 2 dozen notepads and some smaller stationary... while the rest of the colour pencils started panicking and the sudden change, rakesh smiled to himself, the evil smile of someone who knows...
reaching home, the idiot spread all the newly acquired stationary around his workstation, in a neat manner that would facilitate optimum ease of usage... as first light hit, rakesh, self consciously felt again how he alone was beaming... he stole a glance towards suneeta but the light was too blinding even for him... the sting gradually subsided and his eyes got accustomed to the brightness... the idiot tilted them over releasing each pencil from it's custom coffin... bouncing off the desk, the pencils rolled towards the table edge... barely managing to stop in time, a few fell overboard...
suneeta finds herself in a tight rope act... she slows her breathing and carefully rolls back, ominously holding her breath until safe ground is put between the herself and the edge... exhaling she feels a wonderful release and looks around to see where she is... .... rakesh who landed safely with royal pomp and flair, moves about trying to find her... on reaching her shore he sees her brave feat and decides to use the congratulations as his opener... he walks upto her and taps her on her shoulder...
jumped, suneeta jumps... falls
just then the idiot's phone rings, instinctively he dives to where the phone is... just as he's about to launch off, he manages to step over suneeta, falling; and sending her hurtling to a corner with twice as much force... just as expected, a crash is heard and suneeta breaks off... up above, rakesh looks on horrified, a strange doubt starts clouding his brain-fuck... enraged he looks towards the ceiling fan and accuses his creator of being a twisted bastard... unbeknown to him, his nib is painting tears and other emotions onto the tables enamel surface... mind of it's own indeed...
the idiot walks over to the far corner of the room and examines the damage he's done... suneeta is broken into two semi even parts... he grimaces over it and sweeping them off goes back to nodding into the phone, casually tossing them back on the table...
rakesh is overjoyed...
rakesh now has threesomes ...
pencil threesomes. excellent.
ReplyDeleteit's been a while since i read an autobiography.
my thoughts exactly... i'd blame the drugs but they were unavailable for comment..
ReplyDeletei like the twist in the end .. your secret threesome fantasy is no more a secret :)
ReplyDeletefor some strange reason your story reminded of a poem by John Donne where he compares 2 lovers to the two feets of a compass.. it has no connection with ur story :)
that is me when i'm done using the john... nome de plume and what not... thank you pretty
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