Mohabbat-Gay
My friend Carlos and I started writing this about three years ago.
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Sameer’s blue eyes turn and meet Vikram’s while waiting at the train station. His gaze lowers to Vikram’s chiseled body, Vikram’s unzipped yellow vest swaying in the cool autumn wind as the two approach each other.
“Gurukul?” Vikram inquires softly.
“Ji, haan,” Sameer stammers back shyly.
They hear rustling in the background and turn, only to freeze in admiration at the sight of leather-clad Karan with his dark hair blowing in the wind. Unbeknownst to them all, this moment is to mark the advent of a life-long friendship…
The three boys hitchhike to their new boarding school, Gurukul, in a very small, tight Jeep, with their warm bodies pressed against each other throughout the bumpy ride.
The boys learn that they are coincidentally sharing the same dorm room, and enter together. Vikram breaks the uncomfortable silence with irrelevant banter, attempting to mask his emerging erotic thoughts. They stare out the window together and are simultaneously confronted by the arousing sight of the Headmaster Amitabh, with his dominating and erect posture.
Later that day, the three boys stand in the ranks of the great hall, savoring every word emanating from Headmaster Amitabh’s luscious lips, the engorging bulges in their loins begging to be released from their tightly unforgiving school-boy uniforms.
As the days pass, our three heroes find themselves more comfortable in each other’s company. They subconsciously find subtle ways of flirting with one another: slight brushes of the arms, long squeezes of the shoulders, innocent smiles with the gaze of the eyes lowered slightly so as to avoid the enterprising undressings conducted by them.
One day Vikram stumbles upon a picture in Sameer’s book. It is of a young woman. Vikram’s heart begins to crumble as he further inquires into Sameer’s relation to this person, hoping for a platonic truth. To his devastation, every heavy word departing Sameer’s mouth longs for the lost touch of Sanjana. However, Vikram doesn’t realize that Sameer is merely draping his concurrent phallic attraction with this heterosexual fallacy.
To be continued…
Madhoshi: A Bilingual Tidbit of Delusion
jiske intazaar mein kho gaye kai raat
jiske bina na koi qaraar tha mere saath
na koi usme tha kudrat ka koi haath
man ki hi takhleeq thi — kya museebat ki baat!
the one in whose anticipation i slept
the one without whom no rest i kept
in that matter, divine interception was bereft
’twas my own mind’s creation — oh, how i’m effed!
