This excerpt is part of a long short called "The Return". The story opens where a woman called Nisha has come back home from abroad after ten years. The flash here gives the reason for her leaving home and staying away.
A few words on the context:
Rakhi - is an Indian ritual celebrating the bond between a sister and brother, but is often extended to cousins and sometimes between a young man and woman who are close but may not be related by blood. Sisters tie a thread around the wrists of their brothers on the day, pray for their long life and success, and brothers promise protection. The ritual is sometimes used to fend off unwanted advances.
Nisha, originating from Sanskrit, means night and is used as a name for girls. Nasha means intoxication, and is not commonly used as a name.
Neev refused Nisha’s Rakhi that year. She was confused, distraught. So he stopped Nimmie
also from tying one. He said it was childish. He would take her hand casually on the way
to the cinema, on the road, on the beach; he would take Nimmie’s too on the
other side. And Nisha would feel him
searching for a handhold somewhere unfathomable.
Nimmie left for university. Nisha alone negotiated the beachfront with
Neev. He would link his arm through hers, walk for an unconscionable time in silence, nothing concrete
to object. He grew reckless, his eyes
frankly adoring, a secret smile lifting his mouth; she grew panicked, withdrawn,
fed-up at her own lack of control and confusion.
One night she stumbled. He reached to steady her, and she ended up
against him, with his wildly beating heart under her cheek. She felt his sharply in-drawn, ragged breath
in her hair; his hard nipple brushing against her earlobe through the thin tee.
Then the texture of his lips on her skin. He tasted of the sea, and freedom; the seconds and the skies spun in a dizzying melee.
She recovered at his whisper,“Nasha, –Nasha?”
When exactly had he distorted her name? Why
hadn’t she noticed it at the time? She wept in great dry
sobs as she stepped back and dealt him a ringing slap.
“This is wrong. You’re my –”
“No. You know it's not. And I don’t feel the
least like your brother, haven’t ever felt like it.”
WC - 248.
kiss, when all is said, what is it? 'Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of
to the ear." ~ Edmond Rostand.
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On one of the days of the week of September 9th, post a kissing scene on your
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Please do not exceed 250 words.
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