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Thursday, May 18, 2006

pillion

her bony shoulders and slender waist as compared to the safe, assuring broad back of a man and a thick waist to clench on to, was exhilirating.

the wind was blasted straight into my face. the turns felt almost fatal. her thin arms as she gripped the handles looked ridiculous as it remained stagnant in a whizz of zooming surroundings. beneath us, the adorable Vespa purred almost menacingly like a tiger which was about to pounce.

perched so dangerously in front of me, she looked like a mannikin. spindly, fragile... fake. her head made ludicrous by a bulbous helmet and her bony elbows jerking now and then, frightening me with the idea that i am on a rogue scooter with a malicious purr and a mannikin driver.

it spanned through hours it seemed as i contemplated on death and the few who would cry at my funeral. having an unhealthy habit of expecting death every time i closed my eyes to sleep, kept me nonchalant as my driver swerved crazily through bends.

the trees looked mournful and embarrassed like lean limbed ladies forced to don skirts that are too short and unseemly. they stood eerily still in careful rows. their shadows fell painfully upon tarmacs, looking wounded and undignified.

we sped on.

lost in thought, i heard her shouting gleefuly and incoherently over the roar and whine of an overhead aeroplane. catching a glimpse of her face, i saw that her eyes were wide and happy.

her teeth gleamed in the moonlight as she hollered her unrestrained excitement into the careless wind. she laughed and whooped, sounding like a demented combination of a banshee and a siren. i don't think she remembered that i was there on the pillion.

it was one of those better nights. the sparse stars trailed faithfully as if drawn to the awesome spirit of my driver and the moon was loud in its quiet intensity. i cannot describe its sound. it hums and trembles within your soul. it was all unreal. beautiful and tragically unreal. we never really spoke of it unless to exchange knowing smiles.

it was what i try to bring alive as i felt the elevator taking me along the spine of a lonely building and into that apartment which has slowly become my coffin.
Posted by NHJ 5/18/2006 01:48:00 pm