She had a smile that twinkled at the curve of her lips. A laugh..like when happiness tickled a kid.
The dark of her eyes was sad mostly but sometimes it sparkled. Like she was trying to break away and yet was in love with her shackles.
She was hurt, broken into pieces in parts unknown, yet holding it together like repaired with gold.
He knew she was torn, ruptured, and damaged.. but all he could see was how beautifully she was sewn!
There was something about her. Dark mysterious eyes, her fluid white skin, or the way she played with her hair. His demons that used to be balanced with angels were now rebelling, threatening to break lose. They wanted her. He wanted her. Playing with the leather cuff he walked towards her. Allured. Giving in. Tipping the scale.
Standing in the hot steamy shower. The hot water scalds his grimy soul. Layers. Swirling down the drain. The air. Steamy. Muddled. Each breath searing. Gasping.
His mind. Chaos. Dark. Full of screams. Cacophony. Pitch getting louder. Rising to a peak. Breaking point. So near. Yet so far.
They needed a release. So did he.
He moved in slowly behind her, his hand gliding on her waist. The cold leather around his wrists gave her goosebumps.
He moved her hair away, whispered smoothly in her ear “Who do you belong to?” pulling her close, almost kissing her.
“Myself” she replied “I am a slave to none”
Wandering between the chaos and cacophonies he drifted through life. Unlost yet captive. Till she waltzed into his commotion. Calmly taking charge, setting him free. All he saw was her eyes. Deep. Mysterious. He knew they were magic and was now bound. Under their spell he was lost and did not want to be found.
Author: Sorabh Pant
Publisher: Hachette India
Under Delhi is a story of Tanya Bisht, a girl from Delhi who works as a sales executive with a construction company. Her regular day job doesn’t stop her from having a very exiting night life. That with a twist. She is a vigilante With the help of a faceless person simply known as Soniaji, she gets at the men who have wrongly gotten off from the law. Tanya is our very own desi aversion of cat woman, with out the suit and the whip. The story cruises through the dark alleys of Delhi, revealing more about the protagonist and her tryst with being a woman in the capital city.
The plot in simple and the narrative uncomplicated. Being a master of satire the author expects you not to just read the lines but also between them. He takes no prisoners with his hilarious flair shooting at wise politicians and holy men who say girls who are raped are merely “asking for it”. He even has the president’s son in his line up, for giving out fashion advice to women so they can avoid getting raped. The best shot is taken at a white bearded man who came up with the fail safe of calling your would-be rapist bhaiya which will lead to him being filled with brotherly remorse, letting you go.
Sorabh Pant is an Indian stand-up comedian and writer. He is best associated with his comedy specials: Pant on Fire and Traveling Pants as well as for founding The East India Comedy, a company which recruited some of India’s best known stand-up comedians. He has also written a fictitious and comic novel on life after death in his debut: The Wednesday Soul.
The book is a light read. In keeping with Sorabh’s style it hold your attention to the cause with a dash of humour added to taste.
P.S. If you haven’t had enough of Sorabh Pant with this book, you can watch him in “Men are from Bars” on 15th November 2014 at the NCPA Mumbai.