Hey beautiful!

Dear Maini,I didn’t go to school the other day. I was too sleepy and fed up with the never ending week that sucked me into a painful routine. I woke up and told my mother and Gaurav’s mother (so that he didn’t have to go too) that I’d be skipping school today. I dragged myself onto the bed again to plunge into a heartwarming sleep. I know you love that feeling. I remember how sleepy you were without being particularly lazy. In no time, I lost myself. And almost instantaneously I was in a dream. I was on your terrace. I don’t know how I even got there. I haven’t been thinking about you lately nor have you struck my mind (which you do). I mean, that’s how dreams work. They just appear out of nowhere to keep you hooked even after you’ve woke up. And if the dream turns out to be so impactful, you’ll remember it for days just like I remember it. I guess it will be on my mind for a vast period of time. 

Carrying on, I am sitting on a low stool while looking at you coming towards me. Maybe your parents were home, since you were scared somewhat. You trembled with fear and surprise upon seeing me. We both sat below the edge of the terrace so that nobody would see us. I don’t remember what we were talking about but I do have a vague idea about it. I was reprimanding like I always do. I wanted to make things the way they were before. I wanted to be all convincing and chivalrous just to make you feel good about me again. Then somebody called you, a guy named Richard who studies in our school. He came just to take you out on a date. I mean, this guy? Seriously? Why of all boys did he have to come? So I commanded you to turn him back. I came here, exclusively just to win you back. I wouldn’t let that weird dude come in my way. Then you turned him back and I said hello. Awestruck, he looked at me. I could guess how he was feeling, the girl he wanted to take out is being seized by her ex boyfriend. He sadly walked away. Then you sat ever so lavishly and with posie on my lap. I could almost feel how vulnerable you were. I could smell your mesmerizing cologne on my shirt. I talked my way into luring you. I wanted you so bad, I couldn’t just let the moment run past me. I’ve made a lot of mistakes already.

And then, out of thin air your grandmother pops out. Her cameo made you break free from my latch. She didn’t react much to our little reconciliation. Ironically, she smiled and acted as if nothing was wrong with the picture. She whispered something in your ear and left with a smile glanced towards me. You came towards me again and told me how unnecessary it was for us to part. We were something of a ‘forever’. I guess it’s only natural for my mind to take my side. The dream was like a fairy tale directed by me. I know that it was none but me to blame. I was the one who destroyed this almost perfect relationship. But the dream, oh I was so happy in there. I could live out my entire life on that terrace with you by my side. The thing you do with your nose, the way you twitch it made me weak in the knees. I can never seem to forget it and neither will my subconscious. The moment you did that , I leaned forward to put my lips on yours. Believe me when I say it, I felt like it was real. I mean, not even a strong memory holds much appeal. I was in there and I could control myself. We didn’t lock our lips right away. We teased each other until we completed exploring every area of our mouths. I eased in and so did you. Things went steamy right away. I kissed you hard and you rolled your tongue in. I wanted to put more detail but no more. Nobody kisses me like you do. I can come out and say that there is no girl I know who kisses better than you do. You’re amazing. I will say that I’ve kissed a handful of girls but you, you are exceptional. You make it sensual being awfully playful. I miss you so much that words never cease to bleed. I’m feeling good that I can write so well when you are the subject of my musing. The dream ends like a movie where the hero gets the heroine despite the struggle. 

See, I won’t say that I want you back. We’re too distant now even though your place is a 5 minute walk from mine. I still can’t visit or call you for I cannot seem to gather the guts. There is no way we’d think that we haven’t moved on. It’s been five months, five eventful months. Things change with so much time in between. It won’t be easy to pick up where we left off. I am not sure if I love you but I miss you, a lot. I sob when I can’t feel you. Your body still haunts me. I’ve been meaning to express how I feel about you and here it is. It’s hit or miss.

Is love so hurtful? I mean your departure is still creating storms in my head. If this ain’t true love, I don’t know what is. I must say that my emotional state has gone through drastic and dramatic changes. I am not the same. And I am not hoping that you haven’t changed either. Shit, I had so much to say to you. Nothing seems satisfyingly enough. I want to request just one thing from you. I want you to think about me, at times when you feel a little out of place. Think about how I made you smile through lame jokes and antics. Think about the way we kissed. Appreciate the good things that enveloped our short lived yet beautiful relationship. Stay safe.

Your greatest admirer and recovering lover,



Awesome Sex 101

Lately, I’ve been having these sexual awakenings where I long to spend some time and make love to someone. It is not necessarily desperation, I wouldn’t call it an outburst of hormones or something like that. My sex life is not that active, I rarely go out of my room nowadays. I have a special friend who satisfies my body but we haven’t met in a long time. She is somewhat out of touch these days. We both aren’t to be blamed really. Today, I visited a temple with my parents. Right before entering the shrine, I had this drive to hold her body against mine and kiss her luscious lips. What a time and a place to get ‘horny’! I guess it’s perfectly normal for a healthy teenager to get these drives. I mean, why not? We are all mature teenagers who want to feel spontaneous and excited during intercourse. It’s a taboo because sex is supposed to be done and talked about ‘behind closed doors”. Nobody really talks about it. Why would they? It is more civil to talk about your break up than the way he made you come thrice last December. Not everybody can gather the guts to open up about their sexual encounters. It’s only about those two individuals who make love and celebrate their relationship. There is no absolute need for an outsider to intervene. What people really talk about are bodies and how they vary. ‘We’ prefer enlarged assets on our partners. It’s funny how big breasts stand taller than beautiful almond shaped eyes. I can somehow understand how a man feels when he is told that he’s not that big. Doesn’t mean that I have a small penis. I mean, who’d prefer a small, limp dick? How else could you please your girl? Some like trimmed pubes while others like it shaved. We are petty human beings with complicated likes and desires. We can’t always be satisfied with what we get.

But things change when two individuals fall in love. As they make love, they’ll sensually kiss each other and keep moving at a slow yet erotic pace. Their sexual organs won’t matter now (as long as they have them, of course). Realistically, sex can be rather disappointing. It’s not porn. It’s the ugly and underachieving sister of porn. But as practice makes a man perfect, in the same way intercourse can only relished in it’s most vivid form with effort and spontaneity. You got to be ambitious when it comes to the pleasing of your partner. Good sex is a progressive process. No one becomes a Johnny Sins without experience, resistance and a ‘big dick’.

Surprise your partner every once in a while and stay safe (use a condom).