Trance

Much after the lights have been turned off, my eyes hover over the familiar contours of your body. The light from the distant streetlamp seeps through the gaps of the curtains, softly gracing the outlines of your face. Your right leg is sprawled all over me, the right hand comfortably resting on the curve of my slightly disoriented hip, cradling me close enough to trace the many desires of my heart masterfully sketched all across your face.

I observe how involuntarily my body attempts to sync itself to the rhythm and pattern of your breathing. My lips part about quarter of an inch with the faintest of a pop sound, trying to inhale whatever of you hung about in the air. The ultimate test comes in willing myself to not move, freeze, building that strong electricity around, feeding every passing cruel second.

My left hand moves as though on its own, one lone, scared finger inching its rebellious way towards your face, ready to break the trance and get quenched any moment.

In one swift, artistic movement, your right arm shoots into the air and rests my outstretched hand, gently pulling me into you by my waist. The kiss is barely a whiff of air, almost magically brushing past my lips. 'Sleep,' you murmur. On the rise and fall of the tune your body carelessly strummed, my imagination had found its home.

Lick and spit, lick and spit

To the moonji that continues to sway whatever it is in me.

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I am not quite sure where its roots lie, but I think I can say with quite some conviction that the subtle art of licking found its strong base in India. After a certain amount of patient research, I think I can safely conclude that it is commonly assumed by researchers that licking might’ve originated from the need to savour tasty food, especially the stuff that melt – quite decent intentions, yes. However, through the ages, the art has seen several stages of transformations. The most prevalent form in the country seems to be the optimum usage of the primary factor involved in licking – the spit. For example:

1)     Do you want to stop a wound from bleeding?
Lick the blood or put some spit over it.

2)     Do you want to do something quick about the burn on your hand?
Lick or put some spit over it.

3)     Apprehensive over what to do with bf’s/gf’s lips after your first & awkward (French) kiss?
Lick or twirl tongues (awkwardly) to exchange spit.

4)     Ran out of glue at the post office?
Stamps, envelopes - lick ‘em all away to glory!

5)     Wondering if the food isn’t rotten yet?
Lick it, anyway.

6)     Got something that tastes fishy while you’re walking on the road?
Spit it out, anyway.

7)     Just filled air in one of your vehicle tyres and concerned if it’ll be down by the time you cross the street?
Put some spit on the nozzle.

8)     On dieting plans but tempted to have that insanely sweetened ice gola?
Licking it once (or twice, or maybe thrice) is just fine.

9)     Pages on a book too sticky to turn?
Lick the fingers and work it out again.

10)Can’t get your thing into her thing?
Lots of spit and there you go.

P.s: Title of the post sound more fun when you read it in a tone similar to 'No chip chip, No chik chik'. No? Otay.