Baavri

Baavri – The Crazy One

Sitting under a naked tree, with clothed emotions, she was looking at the vehicles pass by. Vehicles of all colours passed her by, except the one she loved, Blue.

This time she had decided to live her life the way she wanted. She wanted to rule it, she wanted to bend it over and spank its ass. Her life was becoming unruly from past few weeks or maybe months; it felt as if she was losing her control over it after taming it for years. She needed to prove who the boss was. Because she was the boss and life was her bitch.

Blue was her favourite colour and her resolution for the day was to take ride in a blue car by any means. She had just broken up with her man, who always overpowered her. She knew that nothing could overpower her, except nicotine. A drag and she was its slave. She lighted a cigarette, stuck it between her left hand’s fingers and continued drawing random figures on the ground with her right hand.

Two hours later, she felt like giving up and letting reins loose. Maybe, she had presumed too much, maybe life always won and she was supposed to lose. But hey, how could she? Then she felt something on her shoulders, sending a chill down her spine. It was a droplet of rain. She smiled; it was just like the way she wanted. Finally, life was accepting her orders. It didn’t take long before the rain washed away all the sadness off her face. She was drenched, and daylight was trying to penetrate through her dress. Her concealed body was trying to take a view of the outside world, as she continued waiting for a blue vehicle.

Suddenly she heard a loud horn; she hated loud noises, except hers. No one was allowed to shout in her presence, or else she bawled the shit out of them. She treated world like her bedroom, handled it the way she wanted.

“Hey girl, get inside the car. What are you doing, sitting in the rain under a leafless tree?”

Mesmerized by the voice, she searched for the face of her mysterious saviour hidden behind the translucent sheet of rainfall. She stood up and walked at her own pace; she wanted each droplet of the rain to kiss her body. Reluctantly, bidding farewell to the rainfall, she opened car’s door, and entered that electric blue vehicle.

One of her favourite Jim Morrison songs was soothing up the car’s environment. Ironically, her love for that song was the only thing she had in common with her ex.

She remembered the moment when she broke up with him, he was the 3^rd man in her life and as unsatisfying as the previous two. She always felt that there was something wrong with the men around her, but that was the first time she realized it was her. He was the sweetest person she had ever met, and her conscience led her to break up with him in the cruellest way. She couldn’t bring herself to explain to him what she felt or couldn’t have blurted out the number of times she had to fake an orgasm.

Her life was turning into a mess; she was having a hard time understanding herself. She couldn’t accept the fact the that she was dancing to the tunes of the life, who once danced to hers. She felt betrayed by her own thoughts. Therefore, she planned to take some strict action, and decided to go on a long vacation. She had decided everything, including the exact place she would be drenching herself in the unseasonal rainfall. She had decided everything including the way she would be meeting the man of her dreams on this vacation. This time, life was supposed to have no say.

She had always felt that it had been years since a man was able to satisfy her, whereas, the truth was that there had been none. She knew those vacations will work wonders and she’d find the man of her life. The one who’d love her, the one she’d enjoy. She had always relished being in control of life, instead of letting life do the needful until she heard that voice again along with an outstretched arm,

“Hey I’m Maahi.”

Photograph by: Sarika Gangwal

Written by: Abhinav Chandel