Arugudi

"Noooo, not that hand, you idiot..." she said with her hands on her hips as she tried hard not to kick me. Her red nail paint shone brighter in the slant rays of the setting sun. The clinging of her earrings broke the silence of the calm evening as the cool breeze carried in its folds, the essence of seasalt from the Vagator beach. "You can't even choose the hand right, forget the finger" she continued as she rubbed her index finger on her forehead in anger. The corner of her lips curved everytime she tried to express her displeasure. Her hair kissed her cheeks as she tried to tuck it behind her ears. "I would be doomed if I had a lover like you... I quit" she said, as she squatted on the sandy beach floor. Tia and I shared a special bond. A marine biologist by profession, I had known her from the days when she could barely distinguish fresh water fishes from the marine ones. A relationship like ours had to have a linking factor, lest the distance and ...

Neither a bite nor a sip, I could feel the claw strengthening its grip Never had I felt a heartbeat so crisp The sweat on my brow, just let a bead drip It was a look,  I had learned to defend The rolling of eyes,  I had come to commend Dare I look into those fearful eyes? Dreadful and cold as a ball of ice Not a day goes by  that I regret my stand Either you die  or you work through the grind My legs tremble at the sight of that spear It was not the pain but humiliation I feared I wouldn't dare the few steps I walked Had I known they were on a sun bathed rock