Lila

Beneath the marquee, on the outer porch he was playing marbles. He never felt alone, he never felt loony. He used to play all the games alone. May be there was some kinda chip inserted in his brain, which made him dual. He was the only boy of widowed Lila. She was beautiful indeed. At the age of thirty-five, she was looking no more then thirty. Still the same aura, the same freshness, those sharp curves adorned her body. She undoubtedly maintained her skin. Slim & trendy with cheesy thighs and bright fair complexion, she looked more than beautiful. Her melancholic almond shaped hazel eyes with crimson lips and tight buttocks can make anybody turn on. After all she was the wife of an ex-Indian Air Force pilot Wg. Cdr. Kandarp Bhargava. He, unfortunately died while on an air-to-ground strike during 2001 Kargil war, which was a heart-sank demise for Lila of her beloved hubby. He was flying with Mig-29 laser tipped bombing attack on hidden Pakistani camouflages, and met sudden demise as a bazooka touched his Mig’s fuel tank when he was flying at lower altitudes. He was a Badminton champion during CDS academy training, and that’s the place where, he met Lila for the first time. They were face to face during Badminton Championship match during Sports Fiesta, the annual flagship even of Dehradun Air Force Academy. Lila is the only child of Air Vice Marshall Sudhir Mishra. No doubt, both Lila and Kandarp were flamboyant and flashy. Each one had full qualities to attract each other. All that needed is, only one approach by any one of them. Gradually, everything went on properly and they got married in a short while. They were like two bodies and one soul. They always enjoyed their lovely moments, and treasured them. Which might Lila is cherishing now a days. She still remembers those late night bed dramas and rose petal baths, kitchen masti and late night terrace goof-ups. She still remembers how they used to remain seated for hours & hours, arms in arms feeling the warmth of their closeness on the terrace, wrapped in a single bed sheet fully naked and toasting red wine; and the kid still plays alone, and can see a sparkle rolling down her face.

Ciao.