Mistakes
Sudesh
It was a very busy day. As I stretched my arms to relax I realized it was 7 in the evening. Tomorrow would be a little easy. I was on a business trip to our Delhi office and I was slated to fly back late in the evening tomorrow. My colleagues had asked me to be ready in the lobby in an hour, but I had different plans! I called an escort agency. The deal was fixed to meet her at 10. This meant I had three hours to finish my meal and be ready. This was the first time that I was on an adventure of this sort and was going to make this a memorable evening.
I had a lovely wife and two school going kids at home. The daughter was 14 and son was 12. A perfectly happy family. I had been very lucky in my life…. Got good scores in academics consistently … was one of the brightest at IIT … and joined a start-up .. took it places and now am Vice President. Sometimes I wonder, if I had not been so successful would I Ritu have said yes to my marriage proposal? After all she is so beautiful. She could have chosen anyone. She was what others would define as a trophy wife. And I was the lucky one!
It was almost 9.30 when I finished my meal and headed towards the disco on the ground floor. I sat in a corner with a glass in my hand eyeing the crowd. She was going to be wearing a red dress with a white head band. Being a working day, the crowd was sparse and I thought the music was extra loud. I began planning what I would do after taking her to my room when suddenly my friends appeared out of nowhere!
This was the rudest shock I got.
“Hi buddy, you said you wanted to rest so what are you doing in this disco?”
“I got bored upstairs and thought to explore what you guys find so exciting in a noisy disco”, I heard myself mumbling.
Suddenly from the corner of my eye I noticed that SHE WAS THERE sitting at the end of the bar.
Man! Was she something … Had anyone told me that she was hooker I would not have accepted, but here I was looking at a scintillating piece of artwork. I just hoped my friends left immediately. They had had pegs too many. But they would not leave and then I had to be part of the conversation. As the clock went past 10.15 I noticed that she was getting fidgety.
It was then that one of my friends said that the woman in red sitting at the end of the bar counter was a hooker. Then there were arguments by my other drunken friends about if she really was one. By 10.30 all of them left except Shailesh. He had said something about laying her and I admonished him for such behavior. He told me if I was not going to bed her then he would take it upon himself. I tried to talk him out of it but it was useless. I was trying to handle multiple conflicts at the same time. I wanted her and for that I had to put on this holier than thou sort of mask of morality on my face to talk him out of it. But he was not budging.
Actually I was on an edge. I wanted her and I was having my own mental conflict as well. I had a beautiful wife and two teen kids. Was I doing the right thing??? I was disgusted with the thought of coming across as a lecherous middle aged man. Was I so overcome by lust that I degenerated this way? All the achievements that I had had would have come to a naught.
After some agonizing minutes, I let go of the thought and told Shailesh to do whatever he wanted. He was happy and went towards her. I turned my back and returned to my room.. I went to bed contented and secured in the thought that I continued to be a successful professional, a loving father and husband. I was happy, thanks to Shailesh, I was stopped short of committing the mistake of cheating on my wife.
Ritu
Right from my teens, I knew I was good looking. I could make guys do anything for me. I had had my share of flings & breakups when I decided to accept Sudesh’s proposal. I took a lot of efforts to stay in shape. Today with pride I can say that I look just as the elder sister of Esha.
Sudesh is busy all the time. He takes pride in being successful and diligent in whatever he does. He dreads failure. What he seems to miss is that we have only one life. And we are entitled to make mistakes too. It was during one of those bouts of loneliness when I met Aftab. He was a distant cousin of my friend and I took a fond longing for him. He was an artist and was in town to scout for an art gallery. He was witty and playful. Actually, he was fifteen years younger than me and did not even belong to my religion! But that did not deter me.
Today, Aftab had invited me for lunch and after that we were at his flat. It was a typical bachelor’s pad with things strewn all over. While I was flipping his art book, I noticed some nude paintings and felt a sudden rush of warm air all over my body. I tried to look away and he caught my eye at that moment.
“Do you know you can be a successful model. You have that look and attitude in you that even professional models do not have.”
“Really? I never thought that way. I am too shy to be a model.” I said.
“What are you shy about?”
“Those girls have to prance around in itsy bitsy clothes. I can never do that”. I replied.
“It’s not all that bad. Have you tried imagining yourself? Try this. Close your eyes for a moment.”
I closed my eyes.
“Now imagine you are a little girl frolicking near a river bank. The weather is nice and warm. Its afternoon and the green lawns and the sparkling stream looking so inviting. You mother has warned you not to dirty your clothes. So you look around and slowly remove your clothes one by one, fold them in a tidy heap and enter the water.”
He went on with his narrative. I felt completely hypnotized by the thoughts and when I woke up we did not have a shred of cloth on us. It was like I was intoxicated and wanted to remain that way. I was so content lying on my back with him next to me. He had fully filled me with satisfaction physically as well as mentally. I had never felt serenity before. We spoke nothing. I turned towards him and pulled him towards me and ended up celebrating our love a second time.
It was only late in the evening that I came to my senses and was filled with guilt. Suddenly I realized that this bachelor artist staying in a small flat was not for me and that my kids and Sudesh are mine. I left immediately ensuring that there were no traces left behind. Sudesh would be arriving the next day but I ought to be home in time today for my kids. I always thought that a person was entitled to make mistakes. I was filled with guilt but I have to admit this was the most refreshing mistake I had made!
It was a very busy day. As I stretched my arms to relax I realized it was 7 in the evening. Tomorrow would be a little easy. I was on a business trip to our Delhi office and I was slated to fly back late in the evening tomorrow. My colleagues had asked me to be ready in the lobby in an hour, but I had different plans! I called an escort agency. The deal was fixed to meet her at 10. This meant I had three hours to finish my meal and be ready. This was the first time that I was on an adventure of this sort and was going to make this a memorable evening.
I had a lovely wife and two school going kids at home. The daughter was 14 and son was 12. A perfectly happy family. I had been very lucky in my life…. Got good scores in academics consistently … was one of the brightest at IIT … and joined a start-up .. took it places and now am Vice President. Sometimes I wonder, if I had not been so successful would I Ritu have said yes to my marriage proposal? After all she is so beautiful. She could have chosen anyone. She was what others would define as a trophy wife. And I was the lucky one!
It was almost 9.30 when I finished my meal and headed towards the disco on the ground floor. I sat in a corner with a glass in my hand eyeing the crowd. She was going to be wearing a red dress with a white head band. Being a working day, the crowd was sparse and I thought the music was extra loud. I began planning what I would do after taking her to my room when suddenly my friends appeared out of nowhere!
This was the rudest shock I got.
“Hi buddy, you said you wanted to rest so what are you doing in this disco?”
“I got bored upstairs and thought to explore what you guys find so exciting in a noisy disco”, I heard myself mumbling.
Suddenly from the corner of my eye I noticed that SHE WAS THERE sitting at the end of the bar.
Man! Was she something … Had anyone told me that she was hooker I would not have accepted, but here I was looking at a scintillating piece of artwork. I just hoped my friends left immediately. They had had pegs too many. But they would not leave and then I had to be part of the conversation. As the clock went past 10.15 I noticed that she was getting fidgety.
It was then that one of my friends said that the woman in red sitting at the end of the bar counter was a hooker. Then there were arguments by my other drunken friends about if she really was one. By 10.30 all of them left except Shailesh. He had said something about laying her and I admonished him for such behavior. He told me if I was not going to bed her then he would take it upon himself. I tried to talk him out of it but it was useless. I was trying to handle multiple conflicts at the same time. I wanted her and for that I had to put on this holier than thou sort of mask of morality on my face to talk him out of it. But he was not budging.
Actually I was on an edge. I wanted her and I was having my own mental conflict as well. I had a beautiful wife and two teen kids. Was I doing the right thing??? I was disgusted with the thought of coming across as a lecherous middle aged man. Was I so overcome by lust that I degenerated this way? All the achievements that I had had would have come to a naught.
After some agonizing minutes, I let go of the thought and told Shailesh to do whatever he wanted. He was happy and went towards her. I turned my back and returned to my room.. I went to bed contented and secured in the thought that I continued to be a successful professional, a loving father and husband. I was happy, thanks to Shailesh, I was stopped short of committing the mistake of cheating on my wife.
Ritu
Right from my teens, I knew I was good looking. I could make guys do anything for me. I had had my share of flings & breakups when I decided to accept Sudesh’s proposal. I took a lot of efforts to stay in shape. Today with pride I can say that I look just as the elder sister of Esha.
Sudesh is busy all the time. He takes pride in being successful and diligent in whatever he does. He dreads failure. What he seems to miss is that we have only one life. And we are entitled to make mistakes too. It was during one of those bouts of loneliness when I met Aftab. He was a distant cousin of my friend and I took a fond longing for him. He was an artist and was in town to scout for an art gallery. He was witty and playful. Actually, he was fifteen years younger than me and did not even belong to my religion! But that did not deter me.
Today, Aftab had invited me for lunch and after that we were at his flat. It was a typical bachelor’s pad with things strewn all over. While I was flipping his art book, I noticed some nude paintings and felt a sudden rush of warm air all over my body. I tried to look away and he caught my eye at that moment.
“Do you know you can be a successful model. You have that look and attitude in you that even professional models do not have.”
“Really? I never thought that way. I am too shy to be a model.” I said.
“What are you shy about?”
“Those girls have to prance around in itsy bitsy clothes. I can never do that”. I replied.
“It’s not all that bad. Have you tried imagining yourself? Try this. Close your eyes for a moment.”
I closed my eyes.
“Now imagine you are a little girl frolicking near a river bank. The weather is nice and warm. Its afternoon and the green lawns and the sparkling stream looking so inviting. You mother has warned you not to dirty your clothes. So you look around and slowly remove your clothes one by one, fold them in a tidy heap and enter the water.”
He went on with his narrative. I felt completely hypnotized by the thoughts and when I woke up we did not have a shred of cloth on us. It was like I was intoxicated and wanted to remain that way. I was so content lying on my back with him next to me. He had fully filled me with satisfaction physically as well as mentally. I had never felt serenity before. We spoke nothing. I turned towards him and pulled him towards me and ended up celebrating our love a second time.
It was only late in the evening that I came to my senses and was filled with guilt. Suddenly I realized that this bachelor artist staying in a small flat was not for me and that my kids and Sudesh are mine. I left immediately ensuring that there were no traces left behind. Sudesh would be arriving the next day but I ought to be home in time today for my kids. I always thought that a person was entitled to make mistakes. I was filled with guilt but I have to admit this was the most refreshing mistake I had made!
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