There was an unusual silence in air on that night, it was raining hard, wind was blowing hard alongside and most of Goa had slept. On the shore, Just like every Saturday... She was waiting for him, awake, stressed and disturbed. Burning in her hunger of cocaine. She was in no state to wait any further, sweet thirst had completely taken over her senses and she could feel an urging pain in her stomach. Sharleen came here as a tourist, a couple of years back, a forged working visa, an indispensable love of drugs and a company of criminals is all that she had been through. No one around can tell you, what this girl from Paraguay did in her life before her arrival on Indian shores from a cheap tourist ferry.
She looked like an Arabic by ethnicity, blond curly hairs, broad yet curvy body, blue ocean colored eyes, beautiful innocent face and her long legs which were sexily visible from her short denim skirt outfit. She had a couple of tattoos on her shoulders and a pierced navel, a black hair band which allowed four of her hairlets to fall on her forehead and made her look even more prettier. It was a pity to see such an angel cry silently for her dosage of venom in the form of cocaine, she was a hardcore addict..
A black open jeep stopped, right in front of her, with a skid. She stared at the driver, and signaled him of her presence by flashing a light of her cellphone. It was a boy, much younger then her, she must be around 28 and her drug dealer was somewhat around 20 years old, He was Shiva, The aspirant who came to Goa 5 years back, running away from him home where he left behind a drunk father and a slut step mother, a hell where apart from other miseries, what he hated most was to get beaten in front of his friends nearly everyday. He wanted to live peacefully and earn for himself, earn well and believed in himself, he hated the job he was into, but it payed well, he owned nearly everything that he once dreamt of, a car of his own, a cellphone where he can watch porn all day long and a couple of sexy jackets and boots that he always wanted to put on. He stall had aspirations to own a castle like mansion, drive a Mercedes and live life like a king one day, he knew all of them might never get fulfilled but whatever he was, He was happy to be, but when he saw people gradually surrendering to the tempt of drugs, it broke his heart. He was emotionally attached to each of his customers, but with Sharleen, in their dealings over the past 8 months, it was more then just attachment. It was interest, curiosity and sympathy...and something more...
She was a question for him, always had too much money to buy these shit drug packets, but lived in a hotel without owning a permanent household. She was independent, clumsy, arrogant and cute. She was mysterious and full of wisdom, talking less and always making sense. They were not friends but seeing each other, every weekend have got them in an undefined bond. They had relationship of need and attraction, each from one end.
He walked down from the jeep towards her, she was standing under a tree, wet red top and eyes of same color. He held her hand and started running. She was panting within minutes, they reached an open garage and He pulled her in. they have no even exchanged a formal Hi by then, only their eyes communicated, like always.
“enough!! Now give it to me...” She puffed, panting fast, her chest going in and out. She bent in fatigue, rested her palms on her knees and spit.
“2?” He questioned!
“6!!” She answered, with a smile on her lips and a tear contradictory to it, rolling out from her eye and resting on her cheek.
“WHAT?, But sharleen...” He looked at her with a strict gaze.
“Give it to me... I am paying for each of them”, she fought tears in each of her statement.
“Its not about money...” he whispered.
“Then...” She stared in his eyes.
“Nothing”, he said softly and looked away as he gave her 6 packets of drugs and a syringe.
a sadness came all over his face. He silently saw her consume two packets, all at once, and acted to watch the fast falling rain outside, while from the corner of his eye, he kept a watch at her... He was irritated. She went further and loaded the next two packets in the Injection. He unexpectedly reacted in an instant, held her hand, slapped her hard and threw syringe away from the window...
“Mother-fucker!!” She shouted back and kicked him hard with her high heal boot. He stood still. She cried and sat on the floor. Broken!
He sat alongside and kept his palm on her shoulder softly. She looked at him, their eyes met, lightning struck outside and from its shine, the room illuminated.
“I cannot be a mere witness to your end...” he whispered.
“Shiva?” she was clueless, what to reply!
“Ssssh!!” He kept a finger on his lips and signaled her to stay quiet. He pulled her towards her and in his warm leather jacket, she burrowed her face and silently took a shelter. They hugged and he patted her head as if she was a baby... it was silence in the room and only the sound of droplets outside were evident.
Moments later, she held his collar and tried to get up, but it resulted in him bending down instead, She touched his cheek, He was young. They kissed. Lips sealed without a movement of tongue, words were exchanged without voices being made. She smiled. And her fingers entered his hairs, tongue moved in and positions were changed, as they rolled on to each other. Words were exchanged with blinking eyes, Gazing into each other, one over the second!
Few minutes past by and rain continued to pour, along side love. remaining drug packets, that were left on floor were dissolving in the water that entered the garage from cracks on roof, as they sweat on a chilly night, she laid over his bare chest, her eyes closed. They were wrapped in a single old car cover that was kept on the floor, her legs rested over his..
“I am not what I seem to be...” He said and broke the silence. Delving into a deep thought, Staring at the cracks in the roof.
“Outlooks are deceptive!” she replied.
“sometimes...they are shallow and baseless too”
“But short lived appearances can be changed...”
“what makes you so sure...” he stared in her eyes.
“Your eyes... They have a dreamer... and you...? what made you slap me, randomly...and throw my dose away...”
“your lips.. they seem to be thirsty for more then drugs or lust.. they desire love!”
“and where shall... I get that from... in a mean place like this... full of loneliness and sadness...”
“I love you!”
silence prevailed for the the next 15 minutes, as he crutched her fingers in his.
“What drove you into drugs...?” He asked, breaking the silence, that seemed uncomfortable and haunting by now.
“My uncle... He drugged me, and screwed me, while I was a kid..., It became an addiction gradually...”. Her face had no expression while she said this.
He held her tighter and more protectively. She smiled. He looked cute. They kissed.
She stood up, got dressed. Looked beautiful.
“Shall we leave?” she asked. It had stopped raining by then... the night was almost over. It was close to dawn...
They left, With a desire... To meet again.
PS - Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.” It is a monstrous thing that I will say, but I will say it all the same: I find in many things more restraint and order in my morals than in my opinions, and my lust less depraved than my reason.
PPS - Love is a stranger In an open car To tempt you in And drive you far away