A MARTIAN IN VENUS:
Sachin Likes It

She likes you for your rawness.. Your rough hands and rugged face.. Your naivety, your bluntness and your occasional loss for words. She loves your independence your solitary spirit, your alleged virginity. She likes the coldness of your eyes and the edge in your voice..

She envelopes you like a warm shaft of light on a chilly dawn. You catch her perfume when she comes to you with an excuse. You catch the purpose in her smile when she hovers to make eye contact. She tells you she likes your smile, your burly arms. She sits with her shoulder touching yours. She rubs against you when she reaches across for the magazine. She waits to share her umbrella with you to the parking lot. She gives you her number. She insists you call. You listen to her talk for hours.. She does make you feel good. She knows such a lot about everything. Even about you. You sleep late, content. You wake up early, refreshed.. She surprises you with a visit at noon. She unwraps a useful gift. She cooks excellent. Much better than your Mom for sure. You notice the brightness of her eye whites. The lushness of her lips. The fullness of her body. Her rebellious hair strands need to be frequently pushed behind her ears. She is talkative. You mentally switch off the sound, now and then, to observe her better..

>> Yes, Sachin, Iam listening, paying attention to you. Why are my eyes closed ? To hear you better, Sachin. You heard a snore ? No, Sachin , I was humming a short tune.. <<