She
sat arms folded close to her chest, unaware of her effect on me, quiet but not
contemplative. Her thoughts were on the music which formed the crux of her
existence, but the contours of her body had a language of their own, calling
out to me. In desperation and almost instinctively I touched the small bone
jutting out painfully from her shoulder blade. The reaction was electric and
she jumped in horror and confusion, her eyes glazing with minor frustration. I
covered my face not yet decided what resulted in this reckless burst of
initiative. She was not the most stunning woman I had met, not the most
captivating either. Her physical structure was attractive but not particularly
intoxicating, hence this bordering on sexual, curiosity was unexpected and a tad
disconcerting. I left her room, the embarrassment now evident on various parts
of my body, my feverish shaking, my flushed cheeks, and my definite heightened
sense of self. I came back to her room, this time just watching from a
distance, insecure and unsure. her friend lay on the next bed curled up into a
ball, her body more curvaceous, a buxom woman with bright black eyes. In
contrast to sujata, her body was more alluring but at that very instant her
charm decidedly less. Creeping up behind her, I touched the hollow of her
chest, and realization hit me with the shock of cold water on an unaccustomed
body.
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