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Memory Lane-2

Mallika was already waiting at their table when Zarina arrived at India Jones. She was checking messages on her blackberry and she looked up as Zarina approached. Perfectly mannered, as Zarina would have guessed, she stood up and extended her hand, clasping Zarina’s in it. They gave each other a kiss on the cheek before Zarina sat down, adjusting the crimson colored skirt she was wearing.

“Hi, I hope you like this place,” Zarina said. “I come here all the time.”

“I must admit this is my first time here,” responded Mallika. “I will have to take your recommendation on what to order.”

Zarina was used to ordering – she liked to be in control. She ordered all her favorite dishes, making sure Mallika didn’t have any allergies or dislikes. She called for a bottle of Chilean white wine for them.

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Memory Lane-1

Zarina and Mallika walked in silence to Mallika’s apartment opposite the Fariyas Hotel in Colaba. Mallika was calling in sick for the rest of the day. She looked wiped out. Zarina wanted to put her arm around her and hold her close. She kept quiet and walked alongside her ex-lover with a weight on her shoulders of having so much to say, but saying nothing at all. A light drizzle of rain fell on them.

Mallika, like Zarina, was a self-made entrepreneur. She had a small publishing firm that focused on art, entertainment and design and that’s how they had met. Zarina had got a reference from a mutual acquaintance and called up Mallika’s firm to discuss a book she was working on. After countless emails and phone calls exchanged over four months they finally met in Mallika’s office in Churchgate.

It was love at first sight, at least for Zarina. From the moment their eyes met, Zarina felt as if she was looking into a deep well. Mallika’s soulfulness countered Zarina’s cool and aloof demeanor. She felt immediately at ease with the woman sitting opposite her, across the table. Mallika had her hair up that day, in a clip with a few loose strands falling around her neck. She wore a smart pair of black-rimmed Ralph Lauren glasses perched delicately on the bridge of her nose and she had left the top two buttons of her white shirt unbuttoned, giving her an air of casual elegance. They talked for an hour about the book project. Mallika had a fresh approach; she was unlike any other publisher Zarina had met. “Finally,” Zarina, remembered thinking, “a publisher who has a vision.”

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The only word I could use to describe the situation was ‘terrible’. Louise had caught us newly fucked and naked. There she stood by the door with her hand on her mouth as if it was the first time a Professor had seduced his student. Her cool blue eyes swept over our nakedness with such condemnation that I could have curled up in a corner and died. Rooted to the spot I felt a hot blush heat up my body and I stared at the floor hard, willing it to open up and swallow me in.

Dan seemed to realize my feelings as he gently pushed me behind him and stared at Louise. To her I was just a fly on the wall, her prey was Dan. They stared each other, each unwilling to back down, each unwilling to give away the territory covered.

The silence in the room screamed in my ears and tears gathered in my eyes. I had done nothing wrong I reminded myself. But I knew that this could have meant the end of Dan’s career at the University and I would never be able to live the scandal down. With trembling hands I clutched the clothes closer to my body but couldn’t bring myself to wear them. It seemed as if even a slight movement would have exploded the room and ripped us apart limb to limb.

Unable to stand the thick undercurrents in the room I noisily cleared my throat and broke the face off between the two. Louise blinked and looked at me. Her shrewd eyes seemed to burrow into my soul and made me feel like a cheap whore. I stared at my crumpled clothes and tears of shame streamed down my cheeks.

I heard a sigh and looked up to see Louise’s expression soften. She shook her head at me slightly and then said to Dan “I will leave you two alone to get dressed then we need to talk”.

She then walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

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Zarina landed at Tokyo’s international airport and went straight to the hotel near the convention center. She had arrived two days before the opening of the trade fair in order to catch her breath and allow adequate time for setting up Zylo’s booth for the Japan Art Expo.

Priya, her assistant, was due to arrive in a few hours. If she wasn’t too tired, thought Zarina, they could go out for a glass of wine and sushi. Zarina had been craving real sushi the whole way to Japan.

Zarina suddenly felt a bit nervous. She and Priya were alone together in Tokyo. Zarina had been wildly attracted to Priya from the moment she had laid eyes on her. She had never wanted to hire her, but her business partner had insisted. Priya came from a rich, South Bombay family. She had married even richer. Her in-laws were textile barons.

Zarina was a self-made person and she was somewhat disdainful of anyone who had had easy street. Her partner argued that Priya’s social contacts would give them an in to the big families. Ten months later that hadn’t happened. Priya was incapable of pitching anything to anyone. But she was a dedicated and sincere worker who was a simple, down-to- earth girl at heart. Zarina had become quite fond of her.

At exactly 7.05pm the phone rang. It was Priya. She had just checked in.

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Dear All,

One has to realize that everyone has their own story, and when we peg any one person’s point of view as the definitive and only one, we are asking for trouble. We exist along a spectrum, and thank god for that. The world would be a boring place if we all agreed about everything. So, if I may add my two cents.

I grew up wishing I could read more dyke erotica, and if it were desi on top of all of that, well, then…it probably would have blown my mind. I know I would have had less years in between being in the closet and being out, thinking that I was a misfit or some deviant of my culture and society.

I think it’s unfortunate that the act of sex be thought of as dirty or sinful. What’s so sinful about two consenting adults who come together and give each other pleasure? Sex is as important as love, and love without sex…well, that’s just platonic then isn’t it? Why do we shroud ourselves in secrecy?

I applaud the editors for taking the bold step to publish these stories. They are making a statement in the current context but the intention was never to stir up controversy – although I guess that is an inevitable consequence. These are my stories and the stories I want to read. Are they erotic? Of course they are. Will they piss some people off? Hell yes. But if we stop putting more stories like these out there – love, sex, whatever you want – we will be the losers in the end.

As for others accepting us…well, they have sex too don’t they? And you can be pretty sure they’ve all watched porn and read dirty novels too at some point in their lives. Extremes aside, media – be it TV, movies, ads, commercials, magazines – puts “normative” sexuality in our faces every day. They don’t hear us cribbing and whining about it now do they?

Thanks for reading! That’s all from me, for now.

Yours,
Sasha Bings