Non-erotic The Scarface I Hated by Trambak

[Ramesh_Rocky]

But I was undaunted by minor things like rebuff by Imran. I was at another plane altogether. The morning light looked so beautiful, so enchanted. And the scarface was with me. My own scarface. I wanted to talk to him, cuddle him, make him my own. I glanced at him, lo and behold he found exactly the same moment to look at me. Our eyes met and we hurriedly looked the other side. What the heck! Why did I look away?

I looked at him again and caught him red handed, staring at me.

Imran: "Don't look at me like that. I am driving."

Me: "Who says I am looking at you? You are looking at me."

Imran: "Don't do it? How will I control the car if I get out of control?"

Me: "Just because you have no control on yourself you cannot stop me from looking wherever I like!"

Imran: "But why are you staring at me? Am I some sort of zebra or something."

Me: "Who knows? But I am not looking at you. I am looking at the hills out there. Will we go through them?"

Imran glanced at the mountains that looked distant due to the morning mist. He smiled enigmatically and sped up. The road was empty and I persisted. "Tell me!". He didn't answer and soon, to my amazement we had entered the Ghats of Chhotanagpur. The road curled ahead like a snake, gradually climbing up. At a bend, Imran stopped and pulled me out. We stood together on the edge, like I saw in my dreams. The town looked like a picture postcard. The houses looked so small. I was back to my childhood of which I remembered little. For me there were no dolls, no doll houses. I wanted a doll for myself, so badly.

As if on a cue Imran put his arms around my shoulders and I reciprocated. We stood facing the sun. A whiff of cold wind suddenly brushed across my face and again Imran held me a wee bit tighter, comforting me. Then Imran looked at me, his eyes twinkling and said, "Hey! We need to move. There will be more beautiful places on the way."

I shook my head, I wanted to stay there. Imran was thoughtful. He locked the car and nudged me across the road and to a cluster of dense bushes. He made me go through it and found a narrow jungle lane. He held my hands and guided me and after two minutes we reached an opening. There was a small stream that crossed an oval space and the grass was so green along it. A flat stone was nearby. Imran climbed up and lay down, both his arms tucked under his head. At once, I knew that this was his private lair. The den of the lion. But the place was so serene, so peaceful and so picturesque. And it was quiet. We both sat for a while and then we moved out slowly. I knew that I would come back to this place. Not once but many times. For peace and solitude.

Once we were in the car, I interrogated him, "So this is where you brought your girlfriends?"

"Yup." Imran replied nonchalantly.

"So, you did bring them in here." I repeated the statement.

"Yup." He reiterated his stance.

"How many?" I probed further.

"Countless." He countered.

"What happened here?" I asked, breathless.

"They ran away when they saw me."

"Sure?"

"Sure."

"What a relief." I croaked.

"You too must run away." Imran said seriously.

"I can't." I said with sadness.

"Why? Who's stopping you?"

In perfect sadness I said, "Where will I go? I am an orphan. Chacha has bound my hands and legs and thrown me in the river. I cannot run away."

"Who's stopping you?" Imran was persistent.

I dramatically pointed a finger at him and said in an anguished note, "You!"

And we laughed together.

Bliss.

In some time, we reached Ranchi. Since childhood, the only fact I knew about Ranchi was that it housed the infamous mental asylum at Kanke.

The city looked nice and normal but Imran bypassed the main tow