The Unventured Passions

Indecisive Emotions

"In the wash of this new warm light, ...as your face takes on the appearance of an old photograph, ...one of nostalgia, ...so beautiful, ...I watch as it brings your skin into focus, ...not yet animated with the warmth of who you are, ...for you are still in the land of dreams." Raimoti stood on the open porch of the Roy Chowdhury mansion, bathed in the soothing sunbeam, as her long hair fluttered in the gentle river breeze. Batuk stood afar, beneath the cemented Krishnachura tree as Rai's poetry reddened his face. He smirked at her words and looked away, at the greenery beyond overlooking the blue-grey river. Rai continued.
"And since there is no better thing to do but to bring myself so close that our hearts synchronise, I'll hug you till you wake, ...when the light is so strong that you come into the present with me, ...eyes open." She inched closer to Batuk and placed her hand gently on his chest, touching him and feeling his elevated heartbeat.
"Your heartbeat Mr. Roy Chowdhury, it's racing." Rai leaned a little forward as if to place her ear on his chest. Batuk stirred.

"It's your poetry, Miss Mukherjee. You should have been a poet." Batuk tried to smile, clearly discomfited with the closeness that the moment had offered.

"Just my poetry?" Rai raised her head and looked straight into his eyes. A strand of her hair was still stuck with his shirt, at the place where she had touched him. Batuk cleared his throat.

"Your poetry is excellent..." He muttered.

"And?"

"And beautiful."

"And?" Rai raised an eyebrow, teasing him with her playful words.

"And, I like them very much."

"Just my poetry?" Rai repeated her question and pouted her lips in psudo disappointment as she heard Batuk sighing deeply.

"Miss Mukherjee, I have heard, experienced and known the magic of your poetry, and hence I can say I like them." Batuk smiled at her.
"And, I'm looking forward to know you as a person as I know your poetry."

Batuk's brave words had encouraged Rai. Her dauntless advances suddenly became dangerously spirited.

"My poetry is a reflection of who I am. If you like one, you ought to like the other."
Her large eyes, laced with seriousness was piercing the barriers of Batuk's soul as her right hand touched his left arm and slide down his hand to grip his fingers with a burning sensuality. Her intensified gaze didn't shift from their aim.

Batuk's heart started to race as he felt a sharp surge of blood coursing through his veins making him acutely aware of the sensuous power of the eccentric feminity with which Rai had held him.

"We should... Dada is inside..." He murmured.

"So?" Rai's voice was heavy.

"So, don't you want to see this new house? You said you would love to..."
Batuk spoke the words in a breath as he noticed a soft smirk on Rai's lips, her eyes were still on his, but she had let go of his hand and had inched backwards, as if to show her mercy on him.

"Let's go inside then." Batuk forced a smile, as he took rapid deep breaths to calm the fire in his own blood.

After dodging Raimoti's telephone calls early in the morning, Batuk had finally given in to her wishes. She wanted to meet him to spend the afternoon together, and had asked him to see her at the riverside. But when Batuk had mentioned about his sleepless night, Raimoti took charges on her own and decided to pay him a visit. They had taken strolls along the bank of river Ganga flowing infront of the Roy Chowdhury mansion and as the sun became a little dominant, they decided to sit in the shade of the Krishnachura tree inside the house.