Some characters haunt in different stories 1

‘I’ve a daydream’
Tina said; her eyes were shut.
‘You know your eyes differ in color; left eye has a tint of lapis lazuli and right one is turquoise.’
‘My eyes are not blue. They are dark brown.’
‘But you can’t see your own eyes. Mirror shows just a reflection and may be its brown.’
‘Umber will you listen to my dream?’
‘Okay they are pink.’
‘Is it possible to have pink eyes!’
‘It’s a my dream of the day.’
‘A dream of an idiot.’
‘It’s fulfilled. You tell me about yours. I hope its not your old one; sailing on Day-Glo boat towards cloud nine’
‘Its my nocturnal dream not a reverie.’
‘Suddenly I’ve a new daydream that you are flying kites in the rain.’
‘You want me to go out.’ Tina acted of being irate.
‘I’m all ears’
Tina grinned ear to ear.
‘Cupid blew a raspberry at me and ran away.’
Umber hasn’t answered. He was curling her pubic hairs.
She said ‘your eyes are scarlet.’
Her eyelids were drooping; he let her drop into slumber.

Knocks on the doors were dulcet as if made with drumsticks.
‘Who’s there?’ Umber asked while wearing his tartan boxer.
‘Me Bablu’
‘Then why are you playing dulcimer there? Just come in’
‘I don’t want to see both of you naked’
‘Naked! Only she is. I’m dressed.’

Bablu entered into 102 philosophers’ cave building. Apartment was old, cold and Furniture was sturdy.
Bablu was cool but edgy, twenty-four or five years old man working in some bizarre bureau which opens only at nocturnal hours; obsessed with suicide notes, stealing beauties, Popeye, scarlet striped cats and 69.
There was a mark above his slightly huge nose near his left eyebrow; of seven stitches he had in his early adolescence during a wooden swords duel.

Queekwee, their nuts and marmalade cat was lolloping and bopping around Bablu.
Umber was now slouching on the sofa started smoking a cigarette.
‘Is she sleeping?’ Bablu asked. Umber nodded.

Tina was napping on a single bed. She was naked except wearing an antique dream catcher pendant around her neck. Her sour and swollen breasts, like pair of over ripe lemons were springing up and back. She was a slice of juicy, fat and sun burnt grapefruit. Bablu felt an urge to suck her engorged, furred cunt. It was like a thick cut piece of a kiwi.

‘Have you made it or it all got spoiled due to me? Bablu asked.
‘We don’t wait for the mornings.’
‘You both are ruined.’ He smiled.
‘We need tea and breakfast Bablu.’ Tina said. She was standing behind Bablu. Bare and ruffled.
Bablu turned and kissed her right away on her mouth and shoulders and belly. She fell on the single bed again dead on her feet. She was lying on her belly. Bablu made a huge bite mark on her bruised butt. Queekwee was licking her right foot. Mew Miao.
‘I should make tea for us.’ Bablu said while moving away from her.
‘She has destroyed me and only a cup of tea can make me again.’

Bablu found out tealeaves hidden underneath odds and ends in the cupboard.
‘How much sugar?’ he shouted.
‘Two and a half spoon of sugar, just a spoon of leaves and a cup of milk.’ Tina answered.
‘We’re left with only a spoon of milk’ Bablu was pouring last drops of milk into the kettle.
‘I drank all the milk last night.’ It was Umber’s voice.
‘What?’ they both said in chorus.
‘Don’t people die of starvation?’
‘They also die of punches and blows.’ Bablu illustrated anger as an amateur theatre artist.
‘At least they die with a belly full of food. Its bless to have food when you’re hungry.’ Umber’s voice was much more theatrical and animated.
Bablu brought a lemon slashed from a citrus plant placed in the balcony.
We’ll have lemon tea today.’ He said.
‘ O no I’m having her sour flavor all the night; I want something syrupy like original Indian tea.’ Umber protested.

Tea was catastrophic.

2
There were dangling jars in the lanai with seasonal creepers drooping. It’s been Umber’s trade to water them. There were also lemon, basil, rose and china orange shrubbery to clinch seasons to zephyrs. It was twelve noon. Bablu and Tina were cooking.
Tina was wearing a cherry chiffon skirt with a sallow country chemise and a silk scarf with thousands of tints and dyes. There were several azure and mauve ribbons tying her charcoal tresses. China clay beads adored her collar full of amorous marks. She was heavy-eyed and tired. She was flickering after some Bablu’s droll say.
‘Mew miao’ Queekwee has snuffled coriander, her favorite. Her tongue was tickling and eyes were twisted in her old and known loony manner. Her funnily flamboyant furs were flying in the little storm of a quaint exhaust fan. She was boogieing between the feet of Tina and Bablu. Tina has put some onions and ginger in the mixer’s jar while fondling Queekwee’s tummy with her toes. Suddenly electricity bungled.
‘We haven’t had a good tea and now our lunch is also spoiled.’
‘Don’t worry; we’ll have awesome lunch.’ Bablu said.
‘How? How? How?’
‘Lets go to Mrs. Neighbor.’
‘Do you know her?
‘No but I’ll beg her for you and Umber.’
‘I’ll also beg her for Umber and you?’
‘I’m not going to beg anyone. Wait. I’ll filch lunch for three of us.’
Umber announced while skipping unannounced into dining room. His pair of boxers was full of slush and hay. His bushy chest was slender and belly was delectably a bit round. Tina got turned on. She cuddled him. Kissed him on his belly.
‘Its not going to be fulfilled with kisses Tina.’
‘We’ve to do something’ Bablu suggested.


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