Like a mistress or...manstress

We all have somebody special in our life be it a friend or a good friend or best friend or someone from family or a girlfriend/boyfriend.

They are important in our lives and maybe somehow influence a great deal of things that happen in our life. We like to spend time with them and enjoy their attention showered on us.

When do you feel bad while being with them?

A fight perhaps, or a disagreement. Well, i guess these are too mild in terms of bad.

The mistress snatches away the limelight for bad. Well, i know you are thinking about that girl who has the perfect figure, big bosoms, luscious red coated lips, smoky eyes, a figure hugging dress, with a cheshire cat smile sprawled on the bed. I am sorry to be biased as i am not talking about the other guy in a woman's life as i have mentioned girlfriend as well.

But then that would be unfair, so thanks to urban dictionary i have a word coined for those extra guys keeping the girls happy which is manstress. I get a red line underneath the word in spell check. So, you might imagine a perfectly chiselled man, with washboard smooth abs, tall, handsome, to sum it a greek god with a smirk sprawled on bed.

No, i am not talking about either of them. Neither mistress or manstress as we know.

The things/activities they love and like to do, they put their everything into it. It makes them feel alive and breathless at the same time.

So when a consultant who is your friend is passionately rambling about problems of their patient complete with their life history but the moment you ask them something regarding a conversation you had back in the day and they give a blank expression. Now how does that feel? Mind you at this point that the conversation held back in the day was important to you.

This was just an example to give you a clear picture. So how do you deal with the mistress/manstress? 

I draw a blank at that. 

He and She..

Lying there on the soft green grass and warm water brushing though her feet. Her gaze was fixed up on the sky which was tinted orange at that point of time. It was a crazy summer strangely with lots of rain pouring in. But today it had been a little different it was neither too hot nor too numb. She had been waiting from the noon. She raised up her head a little and saw towards the giant shiuli tree where she had parked her bicycle.

      She spots a faint shadow in the now twilight aura. She knows who it is at the first glance. A gentle and strong fragrance starts to diffuse in the air which slowly burns her senses sweetly. Gentle breeze starts flowing. A dark figure parks another bicycle beside her bicycle by the shiuli tree. Moving with brief and silent steps he moves further, hands in pocket. As he goes on coming near to her, his face illuminates with the moonlight falling on it and his eyes sparkle brightly.

   She stands up and moves for the first time during the whole duration of time that she had been waiting for him. Brushing her white frock she walks further towards him. She sees him in a black t-shirt and black jeans. He comes near holding her face up in his hand and her face also gets illuminated by the moon. She had kept her promise of smiling always that she had made to him, but today as she looked at him she couldn’t control and a tear trickled down her cheeks but a smile still fixed  on her lips. His face came closer to hers. He was breathing very heavy and it was clear to her that he has paddled his bicycle really fast. His eyes were closed. Suddenly she could  feel cold drops falling on her bare shoulders. She looked  up and saw rain pour with increasing frequency. Now she was relieved that she could hide her tears in them and still keep her promise to him. He touched her lips with his, slowly tasting them locking lips. Both  playing with  each others tongue. And the moon was still aglow in that rain. They could hardly resist the need  for  each other. That kiss was so deep, intense, eyes tightly shut, feeling each others breathe, playing soulfully and completely into each other.

  Finally her dream has come true, the wish she had, the desire she possessed. She had finally had the first kiss of her life to the man who meant so much more to her than words could  ever describe. In that moonlit rainy night, he hugged her, she was all cold and numb but he was warm and she felt secure and calm in his hug..in his blanket. And while he hugged her thousand of things ran across her mind. She held his hands and walked a bit besides that river sitting down with him and their feet dipped  inside the water. He asked what is it you want to say? His hands going over her shoulder and dangling in front of her. She took them and wrote with her fingers on his palm “I LOVE YOU”. But he couldn’t understand and she finally replied  saying “nothing”. Slightly bending her head and resting them on his shoulders was heaven for her. The all day long wait was forgotten. Now she was with him and that was of the prime importance to her.