syrup in the mouth, salt on the lips

Elton John’s I’m still standing was playing. It was packed with the college students and young professional when we arrived there. Bacchus; a spit and sawdust pub. I was with Aicha; my three fortnights old girlfriend. She was wearing a pale micro-mini and was looking goddamn sexy with her strawberry red panty beneath it. Aicha has a deliciously idiosyncratic dressing sense; she hates everything mainstream. Sometimes I think may be I’m also some weird counter-culture product but then I always fuck her in normal biological manner; never I’ve been a pervert with her. It was our first visit to any pub. We always meet at libraries’ and museums’ gardens. I hate those places; especially the watchmen and masturbating teenagers and old men hiding under vines.
Aicha was dancing. I saw her dancing for the first time. Her buttocks were damn bouncing. I noticed them for the first time. They were heavy, strong and bubbly. I imagined of dimples on them. Its delight to have a girlfriend with a dimpled butts. I wrote that in my cell phone’s note-pad. I’ll ask her to dance naked for me. I’ll kiss her buttock’s dimple next time. she was dancing smack-bang in the middle of dancing crowd. When DJ changed the song with Mica Penniman’s Life in cartoon motion’s some song; she stopped for a beer. I was having my regular gin dose. I like gin. I don’t know why? But I like them as I like girls. May be it is just because of their first same syllable. Gin makes me more of man. I like rum too; but then I’m a goddam alcoholic. Rum makes me remember of a good healthy cunt. I’m fucking pornographic sometimes.
Aicha drank beer in a sip and returned to the floor. She was feeling very energetic. She was on some pill. Anti-depressant or something. She takes too many pills; contraceptives, anti-depressants, anti-oxidant and calcium channel blocker. She is a migraine patient. I used to take anti-depressant but then it makes me feel soft in the head. On those tablets I don’t like having sex every eight hours and I used to take too much time to have ejaculation. I chucked them off. I can’t fuck a girl for one damn hour without an ejaculation. It can work for the jerks with pre-mature ejaculation. Sometimes you just want to come. Its like sometimes when you want to die.
I joined her after a fifteen or twenty minutes. We danced till eleven twenty or forty five and left. We were feeling hungry like Ethiopians. We headed to Platinum Grill ; a mainstream and damn costly restaurant. Aicha was against coming over there but it was the only open one near her place. I asked for asparagus’s salad and some obscure continental mutton thing. She asked for a bowl of pasta salad with mint and a sweet-corn soup. I also asked for chicken soup. Interiors were designed around platinum color and were quite corny. Lightings were cheaply romantic but marble patch-work floor was quite decent. Food was crap. Mutton thing was made with frozen mutton and was awful. Chicken soup seemed toxic to Aicha and I haven’t eaten it. Asparagus salad was the only thing which was edible.
‘Asparagus is aphrodisiacs ’ Aicha said.
‘may be chicken soup is sedative.’
‘why?’
‘Because you don’t want me to eat. You want me to wake all the night and screw you.’
‘screw me all the night and screw me hard.’ She grinned.
‘I like your pornographic replies.’
We ate and paid the bill. When we were leaving without leaving any tips for the waiters; suddenly a man in a threadbare scarlet plaid coat arrived. When he introduced himself as a chef at the restaurant; I feel like giving him damn knuckle sandwich.
‘Yours is the last meal I’ve prepared. I’m retiring today.’
He was dressed as twit and was barefoot.
‘From now onwards I’ll work in a hospital canteen. Soups, juices and such other stuffs.’
‘It will do good for you. You cook crap.’ Aicha said. I felt goddamn upset for him. Aicha is fucking blunt sometimes. It was his last meal at the eatery.
‘I’m very sorry ma’am. I got jitters today. I purpose you to take your money back.’
‘Is it possible?’ Aicha was behaving like a bitch at that witching hour.
‘Why not? It will be deducted from my salary.’
‘No prob man. Lets go Aicha.’
‘But your owner should pay us back because when you cook good; he takes the profit.’ Aicha said. I was dying to sniff her quiff and push her bush.
‘Lets go.’
She turned and came with me. she burbled in my left ear, ‘ don’t worry, I’ll put my lipstick on your dipstick tonight.’
‘I love you.’ At least for this hour.
Street was empty. She gave me a good butt slap and I felt a kick inside me. I tried to kiss on her neck. She ran away.
‘I’m hunkie.’ She screamed.
‘I liked that food Aicha. It was fulfilling.’ I said involuntarily.
‘Unlucky you! Now you’ll never have his fulfilling stuff again.’
‘How can you say that? Do you remember he said that he is going to work in some sickbay canteen. May be someday I’ll get sick and have his stuff.’
‘Do you want to have his food again?’
‘I want to have his food once more. He doesn’t cook crap.’
‘Why are we discussing him instead of discussing my boobs?’
I hugged her.
‘Lets go lickety spilt to home. I want to jump on you.’
‘Me too wanna a long juke dude.’ Her cream-jugs were bouncing.
‘But lets go to some chemist first. I want to buy some pills.’
She said and walked very fast towards left.
‘Fucking chemist.’
‘Fucking you.’
‘Fucking you the pill-popper.’
It was twelve fifteen and hardly any chemist’s shop was open for her. I brought a beer can from an all-night convenience store and was sipping it. It was pretty dark but that goddam gin was fucking strong and I was feeling dutch courage. I was not that sissy to be scared of loafing with my piece of tail at some silly dark hours of night. Aicha saw a half-opened chemist’s shop. ‘Life-counter chemists’ was written on neon signboard. It might be a junker’s spot or something.
‘Prozac; 40mg.’ Aicha said while stooping down.
We were seeing only two legs in black and white stripy woolen bull ants, plain maroon socks and a pair of some vintage odd monkstrap shoes. And a dark wood stick.
I was snuggling her and she burrowed her face into my chest. She was tumbling ripe. Hot and breathing hard.
‘Where is the prescription?’ chemist asked and came outside. He was a man of seventy five or eighty wearing a leather hat and thick glasses, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
‘I don’t have prescription just now. Its at my place.’ Aicha has no prescription; anywhere in the world. She pops such pills on her own. Chemists shrugged his sagging shoulders and said as if exhausted of day’s work ,
‘In that case its not possible.’
‘what if I pay just double the amount?’
‘Are you some junky or what? You’re wasting my time ma’am.’ Aicha ruffled his feathers.
‘Please sir. Can’t you do a little favour.’ I asked. I was in hurry.
‘Excuse me please. I’ve many things to do.’ He returned to his half closed shop again humming some old crap country tune.
Aicha got panicky. ‘I need those fucking pills Kunal.’
‘Lets go to home now and I’ll bring you those pills at daybreak.’
That bastard chemist has upset the applecart by refusing to give us those damn pills. From nowhere chemist came again and said, ‘Well I can give you those pills if you do me a favor.’
‘I’m ready to do any favor.’ Aicha said like a highway hooker and junk-hog. I never thought that even anti-depressants are addictive. He went inside and came with an old English sheep dog. Dog was barking on us. Or was he howling? I still don’t know.
‘Keep this for ever.’ He said mewling.
‘We can’t.’ I hated that goddam dog from the first sight.
‘I’ll take care of him.’ Aicha was speaking poppycock.
‘His name is Hypnos. He is lovely by nature and look at him he is beautiful too.’ Chemist was waxing lyrical about his dog.
‘I’m ready to take care of him. How old is he?’ Aicha was damn bitch.
‘Just three years old. isn’t he splendid?’ He said.
‘But why do you want us to take care of him?’ I asked edgily.
He took a long pause and said, ‘Coz I’m going to commit suicide.
‘What are you saying?’
‘I’m not saying anything bizarre. Have you never heard of anything like suicide?’
‘I should call police or someone Aicha.’ I felt uneasy.
‘Let me die peacefully gentleman.’ He was mewling and said slowly.
‘Why do you want to commit suicide?’ Aicha asked in a cool but slurping voice.
‘I’m fed up with life. That’s all.’
‘We all are fed up with life but are still living.’ I said. I found my reply very odd. Is this me saying this?
‘Then lets come with me and we’ll have group suicide. I’m scared of it too; doing it alone. Company will make things easier.’ I was damn terrified at his reply. He looked like a ghoul to me.
‘We want to live. Give me the pills and be sure I’ll take care of Hypnos very well.’ Aicha said; she was in high spirits.
‘Okay, okay.’ He was happy. ‘I’m bringing your pills.’
He went inside again. I was pissed off. I said nothing. Aicha kissed the tip of my nose. He gave a pack of ten pills and some dog biscuits to Aicha.
‘Please don’t take more than sixty mg of these pills a day darling. I want you people to live. You’re good chaps.’ He was quavering and said bye to us. We left and I was walking very fast.
‘Don’t give him more than four biscuits a day. Hypnos is greedy in his food habits.’ He said and laughed.
Aicha always smells of ginger. I asked, ‘are you made with gingers?’
‘Are you nuts?’
‘You smell of ginger.’
She laughed said, ‘I don’t like gingers and you smell of garlic.’
‘do I?’
‘But I like garlic.’
‘Do you love me Aicha?’
‘I don’t know.’ She chuckled. ‘sometimes you smell of onions too.’
‘Do you like onions too?’ Now being smelled of onions doesn’t sound good to my nose; if it can hear.
‘Of course I like onions.’
It was hushed; we were listening to our own ears. Hypnos was also quiet as dead. The curled moon seemed to look as if it would fall down in a moment or two. We passed a so-called haunted building called Philosopher’s cave. Some music band was practicing there; a song Syrup in the mouth, salt on the lips was in the winds in a sad, slightly effeminate male voice. There were beers’ cans, burnt cigarettes and bread crumbs scattered around the gate.
‘Singing Philosophers are practicing.’ I told her; she was as quiet as mouse.
‘Its like having sex with a sick and dying person.’
‘Sometimes I love to fuck a sick and dying girl.’
‘I’m not liking their lyric.’
‘Lets go to my place.’ I want to take her at my bed; it was more comfortable.
‘why?’
‘Because you’re as lovely as yourself.’ I said idiotically.
‘Okay.’
Aicha tied Hypnos to the gate. I unlocked the doors. It was warm. I opened windows. Far somewhere Thelonious monk was been playing. we drank water and she popped pills. In my bedroom my sister Jyotsna was sleeping. she was wearing a frilled frock and it was ruffled in a way that her vagina was showing. She was seven years old.
‘Lets go to your place Aicha.’ I said. ‘But how can we leave Jyotsha alone.’ I was confused.
‘Where is she? I can’t see anyone.’ She said.
‘She on my bed.’
‘You’re having hallucinations.’
‘She is here. Look she is a child. We can’t fuck here. She even hasn’t developed a fig yet.’
Aicha rubbed hairs on my chest and said, ‘fuck me.’ She bit my right ear. ‘Fuck me.’ Her collarbones were as hot as red hot iron rods. ‘Fuck me.’ Her heartbeats were as quirky as Thelonious monk’s piano. ‘Fuck me fast.’ She was scrubbing her shoulders to my two days stubble. ‘Please fuck me.’ Our hands were in each other for so long that we were unable to make it out whether which is our hand and which is other’s. ‘Fuck me.’ I was licking her palate with my tongue. ‘Fuck me.’
‘Aicha’ I said but she stopped me and sucked my teeth.
‘I will only fuck you on the condition that you will be as quiet as cat during the act.’
‘Whatever.’
She made faint noises ‘Mew miao’ like a cat.
I fucked her hard on floor. ‘Mew miao’’
Hynos was barking. He confused Aicha’s moans with a cat. After orgasm I cried for my cat. Queekwee was her name. She died long ago; when I was eleven years old.
‘You’re my Queekwee.’