Don't worry about the references for now, they will be explained in the next post.
[a]
The night is young, the last flush of sunset has just faded. As I walk the streets towards home, the earliest stars begin to glow.
Walking hand-in-hand, her warm hand in mine, the streets almost empty, most everybody is at the carnival. I turn to look at her, she smiles.
She stops a moment, looking up at the moon in its eighth phase. Her hair comes unbound, tumbling down her shoulders to her waist, brushing my hand, and hers. She pulls her hand from mine, starts gathering her dark locks, still looking up. Drops of water glisten in her tresses, glowing in the light of the moon and the lights of the houses around.
How did I get so lucky! As she stands, arms up, tying up her hair into a top-knot, her bosom thrust forward, I gaze at her profile. We are heading home, to bed, we have an all-night pact. Maybe I’ll start by freeing her hair again, letting it cascade down, and then dine on that tender earlobe after stalking it through those massed tresses. Or maybe a nose-nuzzle, going down to the mouth, further down….
She looks at me, reads my thoughts. I turn in confusion, cheeks afire.
“Ankit! What is it, dear?” She pulls me around. “Are you blushing? Look, it’s me, just me. I want it too.”
How did I get so lucky? She pulls me close, we nuzzle noses in the empty street by moonlight. Then we walk on, hand-in-hand again.
“Oh, that puddle is so clear,” she says. “See the moon in it? Good enough to eat.”
I look at the half moon in the puddle, then at her.
“Go stand there, Anku. I’ll get the moon over your head, like a halo, all in the water.”
OK. I walk over and turn around. She has her phone up.
“To the left some more – further back – left….”
“Are you sure? I’m too far away.”
“No, this is fine. Here, to the left.”
“What, left again? Are you nuts, or cross-eyed??”
“Perfect!” She snaps the picture. I walk over to look.
There’s my face in the puddle, framed with the moon under one earlobe, a street lamp under another.
“Beautiful earrings, Anki, you look so pretty and girlish!” She giggles in delight.
“You little imp!” I rush to grab her.
She dodges, laughing.
I grab her top-knot, gently pull her close. “That’s going to cost you tonight, my dear.”
“I’m shocked – that my own Ankil (Uncle) would talk to me that way!”
“Maybe it’s going to cost you right now, you know that?”
“The phone, Ankit, don’t drop my phone.”
*****
The house nears, she smiles at me. “Soon, Anku, soon now. Why don’t you give me our keys and…why, what is it now?”
The game arcade opposite our house. A special deal, just for tonight.
“What is it, Anki dear?”
“Galaxy Quest….”
She looks at the arcade, at the glowing sign outside. “Oh, that game. You want to play? Now…?”
I look at her – the night is young, the arcade deal will be gone tomorrow. Do I have time for just one game?
[a.1]
What are you doing, you fool? You want to pass your girl up, pass up your all-night pact, just for a game?
Ah, but there’s no passing up! Not This or That. This on top of That. She is mine, the night is young, I have That, I have her in any case. A little of This, just one game, and then I’m with her, I can have all of That too![a.2]
“It’s that game with the wormholes and tunnels into higher dimensions, right?” she says.
“Yes, have you played?”
“No Anki, but I’ve watched my brothers and little sister play. They were so addicted. I know the game in and out from watching, but I never saw what it was that they liked so much about it.”
“The regular version is addicting enough,” I say. “But this is the arcade version! A special deal, just for tonight, just ten seats.”
She looks curiously at the sign. “Did they just put that up?”
“I think so. It’s their strategy to avoid a long queue, they timed it with the carnival. I could be the first one in.”
She looks at me. “Go play, dear.”
“You mean it?!”
“Yes.”
“Want to come?”
“No Anku. I don’t fancy that game, it’s too addicting.
[a.3] Go play. I’ll wait for you. In bed.” Her wide black eyes, full of promise, lock mine.
“Just one game!”
She smiles, takes the house keys from my hand, and moves to the door.
*****
I was first in all right. I get a seat by the window, waiting for my payment to go through. I fondle the controls, then look at the window.
Oh-h-h she’s there. At our bedroom window, elbow on the sill, chin in hand, smiling at me. I reach for my phone.
Hey, what u doin?
She hears her phone beep, picks it up, looks at it, then back at me. She types.
Watching you! Luv seeing u excited n happy.
Oh no. How do I explain this to her? I glance around, other players are coming in, the sign outside has been noticed.
I look at her. She nods, smiles, and reaches up for the curtain.
[a.4] She understands!
I watch her full bust, silhouetted against the bedroom light, watch the gleaming black top-knot on her head, as she blows me a kiss with her free hand.
Go to her! She’s a treasure, a keeper. The game’s not real…!
Then the curtain closes. No judgment, just understanding – she lets me shelve my guilt and misgivings and play without inhibition.
[a.5]
Beep! My card payment went through.
Just one game! Then I’m with her.
Wormhole after wormhole, dimension after dimension, I’m nearly in the seventh dimension! I’ve never made it this far before!
Beep! Out of time.
NO!
I look up. The curtains are apart, she’s there. How did she know the game was done?
I reach for the phone.
Dear?
She says –
Had fun?
Fun! Breaking off just before the seventh dimension? The game remembers. The next time I play, I get to use credits from the last time.
[a.6] Does she understand that?
What is it, Anku?
Was almost at the seventh-d
Oh. I know, sis got there once, she was ecstatic. Didn’t get it?
No, game stopped.
I look at her again, her sweet face lit up with a smile, the sequins on her bodice glittering like stars.
Wanna play again, eh? she says.
Please? Just once? I’ll get that 7th, then I’m done.
Go for it, dear
I look up from the phone, the curtain is closed already. Is she angry? Not her! She means it, no judgment, just understanding. A treasure, a keeper.
The game remembers and gives you credits from last time – but do
I want to remember? I want to play again, as if for the first time.
ENABLE ALERTS? Y/N?
No! No alerts to let me know what is coming, when the credits or demerits from last time are kicking in.
[a.7] I will have to start from the first dimension again, that’s ok, but I want to play as if for the first time. I will start stronger, will be able to progress faster, because of accumulated credits – but I want to forget that fact.
I’m back in the fourth dimension, yeah baby! I put the game on auto-pilot for a bit and look around. Others are playing, feverishly entering new dimensions.
I see my phone lying there.
Oh-h, she’s waiting, all alone in bed! Impulsively, I pick up the phone.
Luv u!
Love YOU! The response is instantaneous, as if she had it all typed out and was just waiting.
[a.8]
Will she send anything more, will she tempt me? A suggestive text-art, a racy pic of her in bed? Or will she open the curtains and let me glimpse her? Nothing!
[a.15] The closed curtain is all I see.
She’s lonely, she misses you, you have an all-night pact, a date with her, but she’s too noble to interrupt your fun. Go to her, you fool![a.17] Or at least call her, send her a message….[a.13]
Aa-h, the ship is about to crash! I take back control, save the ship. Now I’m in the fifth dimension!
BEEP!
NO-O! I wiped out a fellow traveler, a
sputnik as it’s called, a competing ship. That gives massive demerits!
[a.9] The seventh dimension just got a whole lot harder to break into.
Should I continue this game? It’s gone anyway. Aborting earns further demerits,
[a.10] but it lets me start a new game sooner.
ABORT! More demerits, I will start the next game with a huge handicap.
[a.9]
The curtain opens, she’s at the window. How does she know?
[a.16]
I type –
Dear?
Ya, Anki? All done?
No response from me.
What’s wrong, Anki?
Should I lie? Is that fair?
Wiped out a sputnik. Does she understand that?
Oh. That’s a handicap, right?
Yes, she understands.
I also aborted.
Leave it, Anku
Didn’t get 7th yet
Her face is troubled at the window.
You’ll start with a handicap, Anku. It’ll take 2 games.
Who are we kidding! She knows it too, it won’t take just two games, more like three or four. I need to overcome the handicap of the wiped-out sputnik, then the handicap of aborting. Gather enough credits from two or three games, before I can think of challenging the seventh dimension again.
[a.11]
This or That?
NO! This ON TOP OF That! I glance at the wall clock – 9:27 PM. The night is young, she is mine, our all-night pact will happen in any case. I can reach the seventh-d, AND have the date.
[a.2]
Have fun, Anki. She blows another kiss, then the curtain closes again, gently, no accusation, no judgment.
The night is young, she is mine! This AND That! She has her TV, her books, her laptop. And I’ll be with her soon, very soon, I’ll make it up to her.
I reach for the controls.
ENABLE ALERTS? Y/N?
No alerts! I will play again, as if for the first time.
[a.7] Twice, thrice, as many times as it takes to get to the seventh-d.
CHOOSE HANDICAP:
[a.12]
a) Start at negative dimension
b) More sputniks
c) Lower top speed
d) More asteroids
I glance at the closed, gently ruffling curtains
[a.4] of our bedroom window across the street, the curtains which hide my Divya, my own true girl. Then I take a deep breath, and restart the game.
[a.14]