Friday, 8 December 2017

Bolpur Blues: Episode 10

Shivering under the blanket, and with some Indie-pop band playing in the background, we were sipping cheap whiskey that one of our friends managed to arrange.

We were pretty broke by that time of the month, and had to rely on beg, borrow, steal ways to quench our thirst for alcohol and get our bodies warmed up in that cold.

It had been just a week away since the whole scene of love coming out announced happened, and we were pretty much a couple by then.

Doing the usual things that lovers are expected to do stereotypically- holding hands, eating out together, roaming around the bushes at night talking of stars, exchanging music, having our inside jokes, having our ‘our times’ behind closed doors; the absolute kind that people and friends get irritated with.

But I was in the other side of the river then, and on my side, all the grass was damn bright green.


Anyway coming back to cheap whiskey.

You get know absolutely after five pegs whether a Malayali is really into you or not, because precisely all the Malayalis I’ve drank with, couldn’t remember their name after the fifth peg.

The quirk was no exception. Can’t drink but will drink. So there we were, in a winter that was some 5 degrees down in the mercury level and we were number of pegs down; that amount that makes you forget to count.


So there we were, out on the streets of Bolpur, at around 3 at night, to get our spines screwed and chilled in the winter. Drunk mind usually does not care of consequences or reasons, and we don’t know why me and the quirk lingered around a house, that would look to normal eyes as plainly haunted.

Devil’s hour, and me and the quirk climbed the dividing wall of the house and jumped inside its fence with the sole motive to inspect the interiors of the house, because our drunk minds had decided to buy that house jointly.

Don’t question me of reasons here.

Anyway we went inside, it was pitch dark, and by that time we had forgotten where we were.

After the time, when our eyes have got seasoned with the darkness and were seeing things, out of focus though, we saw a well, went beside and sat on its platform.


The quirk pointed to me stars and my mouth gaped as I was inhaling the chill and the sky.



And there, right there, below the stars, illegally inside a haunted house porch, with so much alcohol in the system that we could hardly see each other, we made love.





To be continued...