Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Chinnaweedhu

The room was still alive with him. His scent lingered on the snowy pillows. She rubbed her nose breathing in lung-full of his existence. Like a stray shower he had come, stayed a while and gone. She did not know when he would return again. She would just wait in luxurious patience awaiting that phone call, which would intimate her of his arrival. She settled in deeper on the soft mattress willing the world to ignore her just for that moment longer. In that moment she met him all over again.

‘Do you work here?’ he asked as she helped him out of his coat. She smiled regally and bowed her head in acknowledgement. She stood at a respectable distance as his business partner was being made comfortable by yet another stewardess. He didn’t look at her, but he could still see her. Somehow she did not belong here. It was not the colour of her skin or anything as such. It was her bearing. She stood tall and proud, with a slight hint of haughtiness, her black eyes tinged with the silent humour which the royal family reserve for meaningless social occasions. She looked more like she owned the place, yet she was dressed as a stewardess. She disturbed him.

All throughout dinner, his mind kept straying towards her. He admired the straightness of her back, the rigidity of her spine, the way in which she spoke softly but surely. The all time rich and horny party also treated her with a difference. When they passed a cheap joke she just looked down her elegant nose and smiled. It was a smile which could freeze desert rains in the midst of summers. Conversation dwindled to gulps. She was like a princess who had forgotten she belonged to some faraway kingdom.

“You are happily married buddy,” his business partner reminded him with wicked glee. He just gave an uncomfortable laugh and proceeded to conclude the dinner. But she stayed with him long into the wee hours of the night. He couldn’t get her off his mind. He felt haunted by this princess from nowhere. He looked towards the other end of the bed. His wife was already filling the distance in their loveless marriage with downy cushions. But he had been loyal to her. Twenty years of loyalty to a marriage which had reaped neither satisfaction nor joy, but he had done it. But somehow tonight as he thought of the princess, the emptiness of his marriage felt like a noose around his neck. Not tight enough to choke him, but heavy on his shoulders, reminding him of a fatal end.

The morning was gray and rainy. He stood in the foyer of his elegant office awaiting the arrival of business minded associates who would wake this space up to greet a corporate world. He was staring quite aimlessly outside the glass door when he saw her again. She was dressed in the same clothes as last night. She had hurried under the shelter of the canopy outside his door to wait the rain out.

The winds blew torrents of rain towards her, the canopy a useless barrier against this horizontal onslaught. She turned slightly allowing the side of her body to bear the brunt of the drench, shielding her face with the width of her elegant palms. The blowing winds moulded her skirt to her thighs, highlighting the length of her slender long legs. The white blouse, now wet from the rain, did little to disguise the outlines of her lacey bra as they pushed through the thin cotton barriers. She must be getting wet, he thought. The picture his mind conjured of water from her soaking skirts running down the length of her legs made him almost groan out loud in the agony of submerged lust. Not quite knowing why, he had invited her in…

He had a wife. She could not be his wife. She was not sure he even loved her. But in the throes of passion, when their bodies met and he seemed to crave for more, even heavens would not be able to convince her that they were not meant to be.

He stood at the door watching her snuggle further into a comfortable position. The swell of her naked breasts evident under the thin satin of the sheet. She was lying lustrously naked beneath it. She was his. This princess from nowhere. It gave him a sense of power which defied logic. Yet, it humbled him to be owned in return. Ironical that the woman he had come to love, should be called his mistress and the woman towards whom he felt nothing other than a sense of financial responsibility should be called his wife.

28 comments:

Cinderella. said...

Life's like that...sigh...

The weird point is in thinking that somewhere at some part of the globe the wife might be going thru something similar...

Whats left to do then ?

Crimson Feet said...

terrific... i get so engrossed in your descriptions!...

and btw... you can write some amazing sensual stuff too! thats because you go into each and every detail!

about the situation, well, i am just so mesmerised by the princess from nowhere that i can't see beyond! (thats it i guess)

why chinnaweedhu?

Tyro said...

good write.

I liked what the first person said .

me in love said...

"Ironical that the woman he had come to love, should be called his mistress and the woman towards whom he felt nothing other than a sense of financial responsibility should be called his wife."

loved this - and ur words, again...awesomely written :)


umm didn't understand the name though...

debasish.. said...

"....the silent humour which the royal family reserve for meaningless social occasions."

luvd dese lines. U can tell gr8 stories. But why is it titled ""Chinaw..." ?
I jus cudnt find dat out..

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ cinderella

I really dont know how to answer that question :(

Then it makes me wonder why two people so fed up of each other would still want to stay bound in amrriage..

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ crimson feet

I wish she existed in real life, I would defintiely get the two of you to meet :P

Chinnaweedhu means a small house. Ancient Kings of the south used to keep their wives in palaces and their mistresses in smaller houses. as time went by and aristrocracy was replaced by high-flyers, the concept of the Chinnaweedhu carried on... Chinnaweedhu became famous as a subtle way of talking about mistresses...
Hope that explains the title :)

Beauty and the BEast said...

@tyro

thanks :)

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ me in love

thankuuu

please please read the earlier response na.. have explained why Chinnaweedhu there...

Am just too lazy to type it out again :P

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ debashish

lol!! I thout perhaps a tongue twister in the title would attract more readers :o

Besides, I explain the reason behind this title in a response above..

I am just so pathetic at re-typing!!

Hammer said...

the whole dilemma is due to the sanctity we assign to relationships.. if we can take that out of the picture i guess this exercise would be much better. it's simple, when somethings not working you gotto put it across to the person concerned, but since we treat everything so sacredly, we mever put across the point. the prostitues and gigolos live a less guilty life than many of us because they are open about it and cool about it. We think a lot about it.

Cinderella. said...

Perhaps to avoid the society and its thousand questions..and then at times its just plain convinient that way...

I dunno girl..slippery slope...

Crimson Feet said...

We should know,
when to let go,
and when to hold close.
We should know, when know all we can,
When to stick it out, fight, be a man.
We should know, what only we,
Dream and breathe, with closed eyes, see.
We should know, when know all we can,
When to really hold on, and when to be a man.

(Came to me on reading your and Cindy's conversation!)

comfortably numb said...

tht's d truth,alas.societal pressures n all sot of mumbo jumbo lead us to carry on a "dead-horse".

loved the poignancy of ur words...u definitely know how to create an ambience...kudos!!!

d SINNER!!! said...

i was wondering--whats the title...i get my answer here... and wow... that makes me appreciate the story more...

now, about the story, liked it...

the description abt the princess makes her all the more mysterious...they are there but not enough, just like it shud be..

gr8 concept...

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ Cinderella

Slipper slope indeed, just wish they didnt exist that frequently..

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ crimson feet

that was awesome!!

maybe cindy and I should carry this conversation a lil bit further!!

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ comfortably numb

thanks!! :)

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ d sinner

Thanks!

sometimes all you need is belief.. I think the woman here, believed she was special enough to be a princess..

marvin the paranoid android said...

well well.. seems i am too late.. hope you'd forgive me, beauty...

gunj said...

i can easily say thats one of the most vivid n colorful description ive ever read!!
awesome!!!

crasiezt said...

*Speechless with delight

Now that I'm over the "speechless" mode..I loved the attention to detail! Masterpiece!!
The narration is marvellous..and tinglingly sensous:-)
Lovely!!

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ marvin

Its ok!! I know you have been a lil busy as of late..

besides cud never stay upset with you for long :P

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ hammer

That is a very interesting perspective!! Never quite put things in that mould..

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ gunj!

thank you!!

Beauty and the BEast said...

@ crasiezt

lol!! I love your reaction..

And I am glad you got un-speechless enough to make me grin from ear to ear

Khamakha said...

life and the ironies....

loved this story...so loved it!

Pollyannaish said...

loved the way u painted the other side of the story..
Nobody approves of such relations...but very few really understand ..why one wud be compelled to get into it..at the first instance...
the minuscule details u always talk abt..just keeps us readers totally glued to the screen..craving for it ,to never end !! :)