My Desi girl
Broken relationships are like dead bodies; you either burn them or bury them deep. Either way we have to make sure they don’t come back to haunt us. I have finally learnt my lesson. Yet again, I was filled with the same void. My life hasn’t turned out to fulfilling one as I have hoped. Yes, I managed to achieve all those materialistic things that people half my age would crave. I just wished I had someone to talk to at the end of the day. I wished I had someone to cuddle with at middle of night. I wish I had someone would listen to me and react to my words. I even thought of having a dog as a pet, but on second thought nah… So, I was living in Hollywood as I recently got promoted and was head of my department but, I really hated this place. I would hardly see people with similar cultural background around here. I was just lonely. But that all changed when I met my new neighbor.
One fine morning on a weekend, I noticed there was this beautiful lady exercising in the backyard. She had a tanned skin and with long black hair. She was not exactly strikingly beautiful but what caught my eye was her perfect figure, she had a rocking body. But something about her said she was Desi but I was not exactly sure about which country. I would guess her age to be in late twenties or early thirties. I just couldn’t help myself staring at her while she was doing her morning stretching. Somehow, well she noticed that I was ogling at her. Fawk! What a way to get introduced to a neighbor. She still waved at me. Damn how was I supposed to respond? All I could muster was “Hi, my neighbor” Yes said hi but still continued to exercise.
In my mind I thought wow, her husband must be a lucky one and she must also be lucky one living in one of the posh Hollywood neighborhoods. My weekdays were boring at work, either staring in front of computer all day or attending meeting with all white men club except me. But on weekends I would pray to catch a glimpse of her. Some days she would be at relaxing at porch sipping coffee or reading newspaper. Other days she would be just sun bathing near the pool. But one thing that was unusual was I hardly saw anyone other than her in the house, especially men. Why on earth is this angel all by herself? Then again I thought about myself. Why on earth is this devil all alone? Well yea, because I had fawked up relationships. I guessed she had similar experience.
I was dying to have a solid conversation with my hot new neighbor. One weekend I had organized BBQ party at my house and invited two of my best office buddies. Matt and John both were married and had kids. I thought it would be fun to bring family along and watch American football. So we were enjoying our California sun and some really good food. Suddenly, my hot new neighbor decides to peek through fence and says “Hi guys.” Maybe she could not resist the smell. I was pretending to introduce her to my friends, as if I knew her well. “Hi guys, meet my new neighbor. Her name is …”. She said ,”Karen”. Seriously, I was hoping for some,” Sabita, shazia or something.” Karen, that’s it? At least she did not embarrass me in front of my friends. Matt and John were like, “Dude, invite this hot lady over” while their wife’s were staring at them giving them looks like “Aah, Aah, No way Jose.” Anyways I decided to be man enough and called her over. She was like ,” I am not a big BQQ fan, but since you guys insist.”
This was first time I got to know her in real although I would have been much happier if it was just two of us. I just couldn’t abstain from asking her, “Where are you from?” She laughed at me. “Why does everyone ask me that?” That really gave me a guilt trip. What a wrong question to put forward. She answered,” I am Canadian.” And just when I thought I couldn’t get any more stupid, I responded, “I love Canada.” She just burst into laughter. Yea, laugh your heart out. She continued, “Ok, Ok, I will give it to you, I am of Indian origin.” I knew it, oh boy oh boy, I knew it. I had expression of “Eureka, Eureka, I found it” all over my face. I wanted to jump in the air but I refrained from any more chaotic expression of idiosyncrasy. So, I asked her, “What do you do?” She said,” I work in film industry.”
“You mean like documentary and social work.” She laughed again.
“You look like an actress. You should try Bollywood.”
Okie whatever I said, she would just keep laughing. “Ok, I am an actress” She replied. Just to be with sync with her, I also laughed together with her.
I got to know little bit about her, she was taking time off work to focus on cancer charity.
Once again, days went by and our conversation once again limited to occasional “Hi, neighbor” and “Hi, Karen.” Overtime I also recognized she would wear big shades whenever she went out. I never saw her in traditional Indian attire. I so wanted to see her in something else.
One night, I was just unable to sleep. I went to open window and there I saw Karen about to change clothes. For some reason I have habit of getting caught. But I had to act cool and I waved at her.
She gave me Russell Peters “No, no, no my friend” expression. Her Canadian brother was running on my head.
I also ended up making funny faces and teasing her with “come here” hand gestures.
We were talking all sign language. Finally she gave me wait signal. What I witnessed next gave me the biggest boner of my life. She cranked up her sound system and started stripping. She started unbuttoning her shirt one by one. When all her buttons were done, she decides to turn back and show off as if it was wings. She was really an angel. Then she tossed the shirt to the window. Those were some humungous beasts trapped inside delicate fabric. Slowly she even bent down and gave me a view. But she was wearing stockings. I was literally salivating. Just then she decides to pick up her phone. Yes phone. Why would someone call her at this time? I wanted to cry. Show was incomplete. I did wait for few minutes but didn’t want to be associated as pervert.
After that incident, I did not see her for some time. I was worried if she would not talk to me or something. Two weeks passed by and I saw no sign of her. Finally I saw her again. “Karen, where have you been? I was getting worried about you?”
“Really?”
“You know work.” “Oh ok.””So where did you go?” “Bahamas.””Wow, you are lucky.”
Suddenly my monkey mind remembered we were having street fair this Friday. “Karen, do you want to come to street fair this Friday?”
“What is it about?”
“There will be lots of street vendors, including performer, varieties of food, drinks and what not. It will be there whole night.”
“That’s good. I don’t like going out during day time. Will there be Indian food too?”
“Yes off course.”
Can you believe that, my hot neighbor just agreed to go out with me on street fair? Whole time during work I was thinking about her. I was so excited. In the evening I put on my best tuxedo.
When she came out from her house, she was wearing an embroidered green sari. She looked beautiful like leading lady in Bollywood films. Her voluptuous body was capable of turning heads of any austere holy men. I put my hands for her to hold and we went on a sweet long walk. We had Samosa and crazy spicy Indian food. There was also a stall where they sold Mehendi. She wanted mehendi but the guy putting it had lots of customer. So, I volunteered to help her and insisted her to trust me. It went really well and she loved it. She even rewarded me peck on the cheeks. Both of us even tried talking in Hindi and found it utterly funny. Her hindi was worst than mine. We had lots of laugh.
She felt like women of my dreams, carefree and vibrant, someone who is fun to hang out with. On one of the stalls there was this guy selling drinks, we were not sure what he was selling. He was speaking in Spanish. Somehow Karen said tequila and he understood. We were still IDed and I managed to catch her name as “Karen Malhotra.” So we had couple of shots and quite a bit of chat. She was talking about cancer research charity she was supporting. I was complaining about how these charities had ruined social networking experience. She was defending them saying it was for a noble cause and talking about power of social media integration in various aspects of real life. I really thought she was an intelligent women, the kind I always wanted. I told her I was single and when I asked about her relationship status, she went blank. She totally shut me down. I felt really bad. So we went had another round of drink. I never meant to revive her old wounds. But I honestly did not care about her past relationship. I wondered why jerks always get the girls. We really had wonderful time together. I knew she was the one for me.
At the end she was not even capable of walking properly. I guess we had too many drinks. So, I carried her home half a block. And at the doorway, there was the infamous scene where guys are supposed to drop the girl and head back home. She looked at my eyes with so much yearning and moved close to me. I had no choice but to kiss her. We shared a long and passionate kiss. I did squeeze her a little. But I did hold back. Slowly, she moved away and opened her door. I felt she was inviting me to come over. Ten years ago, I would have totally jumped into this opportunity. But, I didn’t want to squander something as precious as this at this phase of my life. I knew she was special.
So I kissed her on forehead and reminded her that she was intoxicated. I had never felt gentlemen like this before. I headed towards my house with a heavy but happy heart.
Next day, I woke up really late. That drink we had really did give me a bad hangover. I just could not contain my excitement and called my parents. I talked to them about this girl I met. At first they were not so welcoming because she was of Indian origin. But on after thought they were happy that I finally found some. Suddenly a thought struck my mind, and since I was staying in front of computer I just happened to Google her name “Karen Malhotra.” What I saw gave me shock of my life time.
The news article read, “Karen Malhotra missing since 2011 December. She was last seen driving her Audi A5 in a gas station.”
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Mr Maal-hotra
