Love today




It was a noisy club. The dance floor was filled with young boys and girls jumping to tunes, on a busy Saturday evening. It was Rakesh’s first visit to a club. His excitement knew no bounds. The loud music, girls, drinks, everything was new. For a boy from Madurai, who had just landed an IT job in Bangalore, women dressed in minis and jeans were a delight to his eyes. Rakesh sat in a corner, as he sipped his mocktail, while his friends joined the dance floor. He refused to join them, stating he doesn’t know to dance, which was a lie. His name would always be the first name on the list of his college dance team. But somehow, he felt shy that day. As he watched his friends dance, a young girl almost his age came and sat next to him. She had a glass of whisky and looked drunk. She wore a pink tunic with blue jean shorts, with a boot which suited her perfect figure and fair complexion. ‘is it your first visit to a club?’ Rakesh was surprised and the conversation began. She took him to the dance floor and he surprised her with his moves, his friends encouraged him, with a wink and bright smiles. After a while, she dragged him to one of the rooms and hungrily undressed him and herself, while Rakesh kept refusing, as he felt ashamed to reveal that he was a virgin. He assumed that this was how true love would be, not like the filmy ones. She guided him well and they did have great fun. After a while when Rakesh opened his eyes she was gone, never to be found anywhere around. While Rakesh genuinely liked her and even after 3months is still searching for her. Call it today’s love.   

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