Cherry Flavoured Antacids
Prose, Poetry and Random Musings.

Bouldered Love

By Homer Simpson!
Your husband walks out on you in the middle of the road, your kids are at home wondering where on earth is their mother. The car is dangerously low on petrol and you don't care because you're shit-tired of life.

The chamber was dreadfully hot, and the quilt comforter was ignored in a crumpled heap miles away on the deck having been forcefully thrown. The fat carpeting on the floor seemed needless. Lisa imagined that each fibrous molecule of the dull brown matting trapped the heat leftover from the sunny afternoon. Heat that now radiates silently, suffocatingly into the box of a hotel room. This shouldn't be happening, thought Lisa. This room is air-conditioned; even the excruciatingly low-priced two-star hotels have air-conditioning, or at least some adequate and satisfactory form of ventilation. She said- "I am in this brand-new, lavish five-star, paying hefty grands a night in their cheapest room because the lounge area has an impressive collection of paintings and there's a cafeteria with a chimerical name".

The real heat was probably from the blood gushing through her veins. She was twenty-seven years old and trapped in a nightmare, between two shores, between a husband who belittled her over nothing and herself. She began to believe in the fact that the man she loved would never accord her the respect and love she deserved, but still expects her to forgive him the morning after.The house had become a brewing cauldron of tension.

Giving up all thoughts of sleep, Lisa sat up on bed and gave the room a gaze-over. Although the commodities were basic, as far as interior decor went it was flawless. Sprinkling of luxuries here and there, coupled with the apple-green walls made it stand apart from the monotonous theme of most hotel rooms. There was a dress-table with a slightly unqualified looking-glass, a small study with a sleek pen and a writing pad as well as the usual tourist guides, and a wrought-iron balcony after the glass panel overlooking the city. There was also a statue. A staggering white marble statue that had been carved in the ultra-pragmatic likeness of a handsome nude youth that had just reached manhood.

She forced herself to believe that there could be none better that him. To a connoisseur of classical sculpture it would have been deemed anatomically perfect, the languid beauty, a tad Romantic. But lacked originality except for the brow, which held a fierce indescribable emotion, even if the eye beneath it was blank and pupil-less. The colossal statue was staring right into her face. Colossal not in size but in the beauty it held. To Lisa, her seven-year-old sons pencil squiggles made more sense, it was another of those life-size monstrosities that were blatantly carved and put on places to remind humanity of its anatomical stains. The statue stood there and either the ambiance or the marble gave it a shade of pink. It gave the statue a lifelike aura; in the soft tungsten light it challenged the appearance of skin. The artist had paid such immaculate attention to each detail that the embossed circles on the chest were actually hued a darker shade. Its body was stark masculine and then there was something feminine about the softness of the drooping shoulder, a languor that couldn't be possibly achieved by an indifferent artistic soul. Lisa's observation which was excellent when it came to directions, but nonexistent in most artistic things, made her move into a keen ease. Perhaps this was the light-headedness that came after a gust of anger. Perhaps her rationality was simply at its lowest. Other matters blurred into inconsequence. This naked thing, this captivating hedonistic obscenity stood there in all its majesty and egoistically demanded her attention. Void of absolute conscience and a statue is now controlling your senses. The bloody thing can go fuck itself Lisa said.

It had just started raining outside. Tomorrow again would be an obscenely hot affair, and once again the fact that the universe was against her would make itself audaciously pronounced.
Lisa did not care. She was decisively unconscious, not peacefully adrift in slumber or blissfully conked out, not asleep but just unconscious and propped against the two pillows stacked on top of each other. Her mouth was slightly open and there was a layer of sweat on her skin that was evaporating with the sad air-conditioning. For two hours it seemed that her soul was temporarily missing, and this body wrapped in a Chelsea FC T-shirt and Pj's was far away from being existent.

Then she bolted up. The soul was back, but lost, confounded, and raw. Like a woman half-lost and half possessed, she moved across the room to the sculpture. The more she looked at it through glazed eyes, the more flesh-like it became. The more real it said it was. The circles on the chest were darker than ever, not stiff marble but hard flesh, and the blank pupil-less eyes were burning as feverishly as her skin.

Lisa got close enough for the blushing halo to brush against her breasts. She suddenly drew herself back. She took out a hand to slap the dexterous statue. It did not retaliate. Did not even flinch. Of course it cant. Its a statue! She liked it. This realization hit her. You're a moronic statue and you're helpless and defenseless! Thwack. Thwack. Another slap. It swayed with the impact, but not enough to topple. All the frustrations came pouring out. When her palms began to sting, she threw herself at the graceful halo, then watched in horror as one arm, the left one that was held at an angle with the fingers brushing the cheek, broke off. It fell with a thump to the carpet where the hand came off, scattering powdery bits of marble at her feet.

Taken aback she said "Oh my God!! What have I done? I'm so sorry! So sorry! I really am."

Shut up, woman. Who are you apologizing to?

She raised her eyes to the statue again. Missing an arm, it suddenly looked more pregnable, less arrogant. Through her wide-eyed stare, the whole appearance of the young man was whimsical. The lips were now luscious. The fingers of the intact arm did not look frozen. In the midst of movement she almost wished it would move. So that she could clasp it and take comfort from it. Comfort she needed so badly. Sobbing, she clung to the statue and willed the cold stone to become more yielding to her touch. The marble piece on the deck was still lifeless. Still made of stone.

She said -"I'm so sorry. Sorry for being such a silly ass."

Stop apologizing. You are a stupid and ugly soul. Where is your self-respect?

She said-"I just want to be loved."

Suddenly she was overcome with an irrational yearning. If he did not want her, she would make him want her. She tore off her remaining clothes, damp with sweat. Then she pushed herself against him with a thrust. Want me, love me. With another thrust, she had him inside her. She bent her head to the left to meet his lips and sucked hard on them, wanting to make them bleed. The world disappeared slowly. She was joined in union with a stranger. She opened her eyes to see a human face, cheeks afire with blood, mouth open, begging, wanting. She was alive again, alive and in the embrace of a beautiful man, a man who worshiped her and loved her as a woman. She felt him melting in her arms. She felt her hot tears of release on both their faces. Their legs intertwined, moving to that sacred rhythm when the heartbeat drowned out everything.

Lisa springs into an upright position. Everything seemed new, yet was the same. She was a raw hatching reborn in this mess of crumpled sweat-scented sheets on a hotel bed. Nameless. Spent. What the heck had happened?

It was a dream, wasn't it? She hadn't really made love to a statue. That was unthinkable. That was.The ceiling spun in spirals, disorienting her. She squeezed her eyes shut until orange fireflies filled her vision, then opened them again. Her gaze fell to the statue. She said "See? Flawless, looking every bit the same. Isn't it?".

She said to herself: "It was missing an arm. So what? I have been careless before. Marble is delicate. I don't know what a goddamn statue is doing in this tiny room anyhow. What time is it?"

Lisa had to squint and move a few inches back for the blurry needles on the mounted clock to focus. 5AM.

She said -"Ive been asleep for roughly four hours". She had no memory of how she had crawled back to bed after her short-lived hallucination. All she knew was that she needed a cold shower. To wake her up and bring her back to reality.
As the numbing gush of water poured down her back, Lisa had a feeling of being watched. She half-expected to turn around and see the naked marble man peering at her from the door, which she had left open. She actually didn't.

Well, what can it do? It's not much with only one arm. And it knows I'm strong enough to break the other one. Yes, strong enough. Lisa hummed to herself the lines of her favorite song as she showered, imagined she was being watched by a mysterious voyeur. Her hands became the hands of a lover, exploring the curves of her body, curves she forgot she had. After more than ten years, she felt her femininity coming out in warm, dark pink bursts. Femininity which graced her face. She almost sobbed at the release, but chose to smile instead. The ice-cold droplets ran down her breasts.

Come to me and grace the water drops with your sunshine.

The air was empty, yearning

Come and play and splash and love

Something stirred alive

Look at me the way I want you to.

She felt him coming

I want you with me. Come fulfill me.

A feeling of apprehension seeped into her whispering heart, strengthening into anticipation.

Look at me the way I want you to.

Inanity, except for the lonely sound of the shower.

Come love me again..again like never before.

Then she felt him behind her, the lone arm on her shoulder.She smiled and closed her eyes.

109 comments so far.

  1. anusha July 28, 2008 at 8:36 PM
    i luuvd every bit of it!! u r amazing seriously! the right words , the right descriptions, the right emotions! i m in awe !! lovely!!
  2. Comfortably Numb July 28, 2008 at 8:44 PM
    @ anusha:

    Thanks a lot. I look forward to seeing you around :)

  3. alex paul k July 28, 2008 at 9:20 PM
    beautiful n romantic
    really good n right use f words
    keep posting
  4. Comfortably Numb July 28, 2008 at 9:55 PM
    @ alex:

    Thanks :)
  5. Hellbound. July 29, 2008 at 3:06 AM
    you've made yourself the Michelangelo of blogging. I couldn't think of anything more precise, human and arrogantly perfect. Classic, to say the least.
    A masterpiece.
  6. Divita July 29, 2008 at 9:03 AM

    " to remind humanity of its anatomical stains.."
    where did THAT come from?
  7. Comfortably Numb July 29, 2008 at 10:57 AM
    Thanks *blush* :P
    Seriously...thanks a lot for reading :)

  8. Comfortably Numb July 29, 2008 at 10:58 AM

    I have always thought that wherever there is perfection...its there to remind humanity of its flaws :)

    Thanks :)

  9. Paranormal ME July 29, 2008 at 12:03 PM
    excellent pick of depth emotions..
    A captivating blog.

  10. anurag July 29, 2008 at 12:07 PM
    Guys!! must visit blog...some serious linguistic talent budding out here!!

  11. Kumpal Madrasi July 29, 2008 at 1:08 PM
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  12. Kumpal Madrasi July 29, 2008 at 1:09 PM
    This is fantabulous!! You almost made me dash to the...

    seems like we're of the same kind!
  13. Comfortably Numb July 29, 2008 at 2:14 PM
    @ paranormal..

    Thanks a lot :) I'm glad that you like it.
  14. Comfortably Numb July 29, 2008 at 2:15 PM
    @ anurag:

    Yea please do some publicity for my blog :P lmao

    Thanks a lot :)
  15. The Rat... July 29, 2008 at 2:15 PM
    in tune with everything!!

    incredible read.... man i am thinking hard how to put across my feel abt ur post... words fail...
  16. Comfortably Numb July 29, 2008 at 2:16 PM
    @ kumpal

    Aahh.. I'll have to check out your blog to see and decide whether I think on those same lines :) Thanks.

  17. Comfortably Numb July 29, 2008 at 2:30 PM
    @ rat

    Thanks a lot :) I am glad that you like it :)
  18. Scribblers Inc July 29, 2008 at 3:15 PM
    brilliantly written...a sheer artpiece of gothic prose...


    Scribblers Inc.
  19. Anonymous July 29, 2008 at 4:49 PM
    Where did this post start and where did it end?

    Loved that it was from a woman's point of view...It had me gripped from the beginning to the end!!! Brilliant!
  20. Comfortably Numb July 29, 2008 at 4:54 PM
    @scribblers: Thanks a lot. I am glad that you like it.
  21. Comfortably Numb July 29, 2008 at 4:56 PM
    @ rashi:

    I know. The first line was somewhere in the middle of the piece. But then I thought that Its better if it is written right at the beginning.

    I know. Writing from a woman's point of view wasn't really easy specially after people felt that it wasn't up to the mark in the previous post. I'm glad that you like it :)

    Thanks for reading.
  22. WeirdISgooD2 July 29, 2008 at 5:32 PM
    Cherry, i loved the post!

    Somehow you made the statue the protagonist ...very impressive!

    I dunno though..maybe you should shorten the story a know..sort of hone it.

    Matter of opinion though...anyways..once you get past the beginning the story really grips you.
  23. creation July 29, 2008 at 5:43 PM
    brilliant is an understatement for this..
    its a classic master-piece..

    though not quite romantic... i wud term it as passionate!

    keep posting.. uve got a fan!
  24. Dame Folle July 29, 2008 at 9:34 PM
    This was a superb post! You must have put in a lot and it shows. Wow! Where did this come from?
  25. Comfortably Numb July 30, 2008 at 1:55 PM
    @ weird.

    Cherry sounds gay :x
    I am glad that you like it. But you know what even if I try I cannot shorten the post. I myself am not fond of long posts. But then I really cannot think of editing any line :(

  26. Comfortably Numb July 30, 2008 at 1:57 PM
    @ creation: Thanks a lot for liking it. I really don't know if I tried to make it romantic. Its just the complexity of the mind. And how the human mind can fold up under the thirst of love :)

  27. Comfortably Numb July 30, 2008 at 1:59 PM
    @dame folle: I know. It took me the longest to compose this post than any other of my posts. Well, I really don't know where it came from. I just wanted to write some fiction ;)

  28. anurag July 30, 2008 at 6:09 PM
    Ya sure I will blogroll u >> Hope u do the same for me as well...hehe!! :)
  29. anurag July 30, 2008 at 6:34 PM
    I created the header image using photoshop and illustrator..

    Well getting ur initial at the bottom of ur post is pretty simple.Just write ur initial on a piece of paper, next take a snap or scan the page, convert it into 300 by 400 resolution image, simply insert the photo while u post and align it left and at the bottom, u can further scale it down according to ur requirement!!

    Hope it'll help ur cause a bit!!
  30. Vinayak July 31, 2008 at 3:00 PM
    nice post
    keep it up.
  31. Cinderella. July 31, 2008 at 3:05 PM
    I have been here ysterday itself n read it full..but was so outta some vocab to really express what was going on in my mind after reading this !!!!

    ** Come fulfill me.

    Look at me the way I want you to.

    Come love me again..again like never before. **

    This was so captivating !!!!

    Awesome work Numb !

    I saw someone said you're the Micheangelo of blogdom. I'd say "Spot on" !!!!

    You indeed are. And its so inspiring reading you.
  32. El Furibundo July 31, 2008 at 4:17 PM
    You know how to blog, my friend! Reading your latest felt like a trip to Florence(alluding to Cinderella's comment above, shamelessly)!
  33. Comfortably Numb July 31, 2008 at 8:06 PM
    @anurag: Thanks a lot man. It helped :)

  34. Comfortably Numb July 31, 2008 at 8:08 PM

    Thanks a lot.
  35. Comfortably Numb July 31, 2008 at 8:12 PM

    I will take that as a compliment you see. That you were short of words. A good blogger...short of words...Interesting :P lmao

    Thanks a lot. My obsession with poetry is such that I couldn't end it any other way :P Aaah..I'm blushing again :)

    I hope I live up to the expectations.

  36. Comfortably Numb July 31, 2008 at 8:14 PM

    I'm glad that I took you to some place :) I wonder when I will actually be there :P

    Thanks for reading and liking it :)

  37. Divya August 1, 2008 at 5:53 PM
    Wow.. that was intense... really good work there ya...
  38. Comfortably Numb August 1, 2008 at 6:53 PM

    Thanks a lot for reading. I am glad that you like it.
  39. Mihir August 1, 2008 at 10:20 PM
    You take pride in writing, and you work it pretty well.
    You're one of the few people whose writing I honestly admire.
    Will wait for the next.
    You take time on your blog posts, but i guess all good things need time.
    Kudos dude, treat yourself for a job well done!
  40. Anindita August 2, 2008 at 12:19 AM
    Errr... That was confusing... Dunno why... But your narration is excellent... And you have captured emotions very well... But something, somehow is not making complete sense... Maybe I need to read this again...
  41. Aravind August 2, 2008 at 3:21 AM
    excellent story-telling...
  42. Anonymous August 2, 2008 at 9:32 AM
    You got marvelous writing skills...
    I do not read long posts or I jump between lines most of the time but your post...wonderful
    Great !
  43. Sandeep Balan August 2, 2008 at 4:02 PM
    wow man! pretty neat!! for someone who has made his first attempt at fiction...awesome effort! and you have taken such a tough topic to make your debut man...still u come out unscathed...cheers!
  44. Comfortably Numb August 2, 2008 at 4:14 PM

    Thanks a lot man for reading and for liking it. I do take pride. Yes I know I take some time in coming out with a new post. I guess my mind is saturated for some time. And I have to wait for it to spill out some crap :P

    I already treated myself. Infact you guys are treating me with your comments :P

  45. Comfortably Numb August 2, 2008 at 4:16 PM

    Lemme know about to what all things you found confusing. Thanks a lot for the compliment. I hope you read it again and you can get it better the second time around :P

  46. Comfortably Numb August 2, 2008 at 4:16 PM

    Thanks a lot :)

  47. Comfortably Numb August 2, 2008 at 4:18 PM

    Even I am like not too upbeat about long posts. But then now I know that no matter how much you still cannot shorten posts when they are complete. Thanks a lot :)

  48. Comfortably Numb August 2, 2008 at 4:19 PM
    @ sandy bhaiyaa aka bade bhaiya

    Thanks a lot. Specially when I get it someone who is like a master when it comes to writing fiction/humor.

    Look forward to my second fictional prose. But I think It will take some time :P

  49. Anonymous August 2, 2008 at 4:45 PM
  50. Comfortably Numb August 2, 2008 at 5:00 PM

    Indeed...Cheers it is.. :P
  51. rahul August 2, 2008 at 6:52 PM
    brilliant post..loved reading it(dunno wat else to say!!!)
  52. Comfortably Numb August 2, 2008 at 7:57 PM

    I hope when you are here the next time you are a bit more elaborate :P

    Thanks for reading :)

  53. Anonymous August 2, 2008 at 9:59 PM
    alright, I read it twice, you know why I always do so!

    The starting was nice, very nice to creat a clear picture of whats going on, and why is it going on 'because you're shit tired of life'

    I like the idea of carpets trapping heat from sun rays, they trap a lot other things too, love, emotions and memories!

    'trapped in a nightmare' :)
    women do expect respect, I have already said that earlier and I am saying again, I wonder at you ability to write the women side of the story where womenly emotions remain intact, generally men's women in the story are manly, yours is tender I am a fan of your observation..

    I love apple-green shade of the room, I have to decide a color for my room, I think it better be apple green :)

    of course I loved the fact that the table bore the sleek pen and a writing pad!

    Its nice how the totally riddiculas thing for her turned out to be the most important phenomenon of her life 'To Lisa, her seven-year-old sons pencil squiggles made more sense'

    its awesome.. 'You're a moronic statue and you're helpless and defenseless' lol! i like accusings, i like when we want to pour our frustrations on things, its magical and it has voices, of breaking, crashing, I loved it when its arm fell off! so cruel, so Humane! ;)

    Immaculate details of the artist there and Immaculate details of everything by you here.

    It was wild, very very very wild.. I like imaginations and talking to myself loudly, I have had imaginary friends (once, now dont laugh) and I swear I almost felt them! but this is still wild...

    I loved it :)

  54. parul August 3, 2008 at 1:24 PM
    well... you have left me in an "awe"
    have always been in love with origin... thoughts, ideas and prose.. which touches ur soul and makes u smile from within...
    and indeed this is one...
    keep it up!cheers

    thanks fr ur comment on my blog.really value it...
    but how did u come on to it?
    my other blog is hope to see u thr to!
  55. Dan* August 3, 2008 at 2:33 PM
    wow the best post so far :) Luv the way u used ur words lovely . Well it was a very long post i thought about reading previous post but when i saw the comments i decided to read it :D

    brilliant !!
  56. Comfortably Numb August 3, 2008 at 3:34 PM

    I have really been waiting for this :P
    Thanks a lot. And just like all your other comments this is an unadulterated autopsy of my post :) I am glad that you like a lot of things in the post..lmao

    Thanks for reading :)

  57. Comfortably Numb August 3, 2008 at 3:36 PM

    Thanks a lot for dropping by my blog. Well actually I keep reading random blogs from here and there. So maybe that's how I reached yours :P

    On to your second blog right away.

  58. Comfortably Numb August 3, 2008 at 3:37 PM

    Thanks a lot man. I know it is long but then it would have been incomplete if I tried to edit it :P

  59. Angel August 4, 2008 at 3:33 PM
    Excellent carry through !!
  60. Abhinav Viswambharan August 4, 2008 at 9:13 PM
    oh man...what was that????

    simply awesome...superb...your post actually turned me on... : D

    you are fundo at narrating things, could visualize every bit of it... as if i was watching some italian movie... :P
  61. Vinayak August 4, 2008 at 10:21 PM
    I have already commented on this post.
  62. vatsal August 4, 2008 at 11:13 PM
    all of ppl have already said few or most of my feelings i dont really have words to say...
    take care buddy
  63. Comfortably Numb August 4, 2008 at 11:44 PM

    Thanks a lot. I hope you are a little more elaborate the next time around :)

  64. Comfortably Numb August 4, 2008 at 11:46 PM

    LMAO...did someone say Turned on?!
    Erotica....slurrppp :P

    Thanks a lot man :)

  65. Comfortably Numb August 4, 2008 at 11:47 PM

    Ohhkay..But I still expect everyone to say whatever they feel :)

    Thanks for reading :)

  66. ... August 5, 2008 at 6:51 PM
    neatly written!

    i was enthralled!!!
  67. Sana August 5, 2008 at 7:58 PM
    the read it all in a go coz it was realli captivating. and the way you've seized everythin moment, described every fleeting feeling is just amazing . keep it up Cherry Guy!!
    I'll watch out for more Cherry guy and I'm adding your blog to my roll!!!
  68. Sana August 5, 2008 at 8:01 PM
    I* read it all in a go*

    ugh I'm always having typos
  69. Sandeep Balan August 5, 2008 at 8:17 PM

    abhe choteeeee...tu toh bond ho gaya hain re...after showering of praises last time, this time sat down to dissect ur story. But chote, seriously not a single flaw. You build up the background without breaking into sweat. Its so smooth that you actually go on reading.

    You started off on such a strong note with, "Your husband walks out on you in the middle of the road, your kids are at home wondering where on earth is their mother. The car is dangerously low on petrol and you don't care because you're shit-tired of life."...i was fooled into beleiving that this would be another of the rebel posts. You very cleverly hide the things which are to follow...that things are about to take a turn which no one wud guess in his/her wildest dreams...

    You have created an almost perfect background for Lisa with this single line, "trapped in a nightmare, between two shores, between a husband who belittled her over nothing and herself"...this perfectly sets the tone for whatever she does towards the later part of this post...a pat on the back for getting it bang on! I would have liked some more description on Lisa. The line mentioned above is powerful, no doubt about that. But you have tried to shift the focus from the lady Lisa is to the surroundings. A couple of more lines on Lisa's suffering/trauma could have been highlighted which would have brought the readers to feel for Lisa. Thats a fiction writers greatest achievement. If readers feel for his character. I missed feeling Lisa's pangs!

    "The house had become a brewing cauldron of tension"...another gem...

    "Their legs intertwined, moving to that sacred rhythm when the heartbeat drowned out everything."...There you go! The thing that was missing at the start is addressed here...and addressed well. I felt every single moment. Really great description bro...I wanted the same stuff for Lisa's description. I would say that your strength is the romantic encounters. You are a master when it comes to that! And your mastery is on full display here!

    Great attempt bro...again..waiting for the next! cheers! and no master choteeeee...only ur bichdaa huva bhai...tune romance main PhD kee...maine humour main...itna hi farak hain..he he!! cheers!!
  70. Comfortably Numb August 5, 2008 at 9:27 PM

    Thanks a lot man. I look forward to seeing you around a lot more :)

  71. Comfortably Numb August 5, 2008 at 9:29 PM

    Thanks a lot. I am glad that it was worth reading. Cherry Homer sounds better. Kushal isn't bad either :P

  72. Comfortably Numb August 5, 2008 at 9:33 PM
    @sandeep aka Bade bhaiya

    You sound like asbah in your comment :P. In depth analysis. Thanks a lot for reading and for such a lovely and encouraging feedback.

    I know you feel that I should have described Lisa a bit more..but then...

    a. It would have made it even a longer post. And I felt that it would made it less interesting.

    b. Although this post revolves around Lisa but still I always tried to make it a post where in Lisa was dominant in the former part of the story and gradually it moved to the statue and finally it took a convincing position in the story. That's just my take on it though :P

    Thanks again :)

  73. Harsh August 5, 2008 at 9:45 PM
    im still wondering :)
  74. *~*{Sameera}*~* August 6, 2008 at 3:57 AM
    What a piece!Kudos to your imagination :)

    P.S You had wanted to know about the comment thing;go to Settings and from there to Comments,in which you have an option to type a "Comment Form Message"
  75. Sandeep Balan August 6, 2008 at 10:41 AM

    he he...asbah apni hi family kee toh hain naa...there are bound to be some similarities...he he..i agree that it would have made the post a lengthy affair...i feel this could have been easily cut into two....with more of Lisaaa..he he! anyways..waitin for the next...the lone arm..hmmm...shower!! wow!! he he..chote..tu bada romantic ho gaya hain...
  76. Comfortably Numb August 6, 2008 at 3:41 PM

    Ahh reveal the secret. All of us wanna wonder too :)

  77. Comfortably Numb August 6, 2008 at 3:41 PM

    Hey...Thanks a lot for the compliments.
    And yes thanks for the help too.

  78. Comfortably Numb August 6, 2008 at 4:24 PM
    @sandeep aka bade bhaiya

    I know. But then I feel that posting fiction or for that matter anything in parts is murdering of continuity and thrill :P

    And yes Asbah aka Rampyari is for sure one of us :P

  79. Sana August 6, 2008 at 4:52 PM
    I feel nice calling you Cherry Guy after that comment you posted for my poem.
    You don't like it ?
    If you don't remember you can check it out

    Do you update weekly or is it random ??
  80. Comfortably Numb August 6, 2008 at 5:30 PM

    Your wish. You can call me anything you feel like :) It's not that I don't like it but sounds a bit errr..whatever :P

    Oh yes I remember commenting on your blog and the reason I said that it has the word cherry was that my blog title also has that :P

    What are you talking about? updating my blog or updating my name?

    If you are talking about my blog..its just that I post/update whenever I am ready with something and usually it takes like 1-2 weeks :P

    Thanks for reading :)

  81. Sana August 6, 2008 at 5:40 PM
    yeah i did figure that out , my poem having a cherry garden , and ur blog being "cherry falvoured antacids"
    yeah i was talking about ur blog update.
    anyway i'm waiting for your next update.
    if it's okay u can check my blog coz i updated last night.
    be seeing you !!!
    ps: do u mind me crowding ur comment area =S just wondering..
  82. Comfortably Numb August 6, 2008 at 8:37 PM

    I am glad that you figured that out..Oh yes I already toldcha that my blog has like random updates...I post as and when I am ready with something new. I will update it soon though...Havent started working on it but shortly I will :) Keep checking ;)

    Oh I will check out your blog in some time.


    PS: Oh come on...Feel at home..Post whatever you want...this area is all for you people :)
  83. emaanz August 6, 2008 at 9:36 PM
    i love ur writings n blog from d day one i saw it...n loved d post as well...rippen wid true words n emotions..keep going
  84. Keshi August 7, 2008 at 8:32 AM
    brilliant writing here!

  85. Keshi August 7, 2008 at 8:33 AM
    btw ur blogger ID is the same as another friend' I mistook ur comment in my blog for his comment, and replied to him :) sorry!

  86. Comfortably Numb August 7, 2008 at 3:05 PM

    Thanks a lot. I hope to see you around a lot more :)
  87. Comfortably Numb August 7, 2008 at 3:06 PM

    Thanks. Yes..Even I have seen one more comfortably numb around the blogville...So its aight if you were confused :P

  88. Sana August 7, 2008 at 7:21 PM
    Cheers to you too Cherry Guy!!
    Be seeing ya !! Have fun !!!
  89. hope and love August 7, 2008 at 9:07 PM
    wow...!! superb..!!
  90. Comfortably Numb August 8, 2008 at 7:49 PM

    Yea...I look forward to seeing you around a lot more :)
  91. Comfortably Numb August 8, 2008 at 7:54 PM
    @hope and love:

    Thanks a lot :)

  92. WeirdISgooD2 August 10, 2008 at 3:27 PM
    Would you mind updating the darn blog again ? :P

    Come on cherry, we're waiting.
  93. Comfortably Numb August 10, 2008 at 10:18 PM


    I'm sorry that I keep you guys waiting. But I seriously will try to get my mind working and come up with something in 2 or 3 days.

  94. parulandme August 12, 2008 at 12:20 AM
    have been a long time u have posted something awaiting eagerly a new entry of yours,,
    well have posted some posts on both my blogs and
    catch ya soon..
  95. Comfortably Numb August 12, 2008 at 12:39 AM

    I know it has been long...And I have started working on it. I guess it'll be out sometime soon. I really appreciate you guys looking forward to it.

    And I will check out your blog sometime soon :)

  96. jini August 12, 2008 at 6:16 PM
    A passionate narrative and very impressive. I almost hoped for Lisa that the statue was a real young man or would turn into one for her sake...well i guess it means your writing was effective :-)

    btw, like your other posts too....especially "The Crush". Keep writing.

  97. Homer Simpson! August 13, 2008 at 6:17 PM

    I wish it was real too. But then aren't some things too good to be true? :P

    Thanks a lot :)

  98. Hakuna Matata August 19, 2008 at 6:40 PM
    WoW!! Beautiful, truly....I truly lost myself in it all
  99. RiverSoul August 20, 2008 at 9:13 AM
    You have amazing descriptive power.
    And believe me, i'm amazed.
    I request you to let me blogroll you.
    There are very few blogs in this world which have such power of speech and such a beautifull choice of words. (And judicious use of the. . Ahem. . The f word)
    As yours.
    Keep rocking.
    Wanna see more.
  100. Comfortably Numb August 23, 2008 at 2:10 PM

    Thanks a lot :)

  101. Comfortably Numb August 23, 2008 at 2:12 PM

    I'm awed by the comment :) Thanks a lot. Blogroll me? Sure dude. Thanks a lot. Yea I will be posting in the future. Look out :)

  102. Rohan September 10, 2008 at 6:07 PM
    Dude, very very well written.Had me hooked till the end.Way to go..!!:)
  103. Anonymous September 18, 2008 at 3:42 PM
    Man would you inverse the colors on u r page. Damn its too much contrast even to look at
  104. Anonymous September 18, 2008 at 11:37 PM
    thnku so mchhhhhh...nd I love ur riting skills nd d Poems r awesum :)
  105. Free-Fallin' November 9, 2008 at 7:58 PM
    phew, wow, wow...eerie to the core. the tempo of this post is stupendous!!
    i have goose-pimples,!
  106. Sorcerer December 28, 2008 at 3:06 PM
    wow! Amazing work dude
  107. cutestangel February 24, 2009 at 3:39 AM
    wow a fantastic piece of writing.superb!!!
  108. Adisha March 13, 2009 at 10:10 PM
    My My Awesome !! Some parts are kinda vague for my tastes though, but all together brings up a vivid picture and that's saying something !!!a roller coaster of a journey ...

  109. Nupur July 13, 2009 at 4:07 PM
    It was a masterpiece...... one of the best I've ever read!!!

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