Desire in men can surface in the most myriad of places, but not during
an election campaign. Something very unusual happened that made me pen
down these thoughts. The doorbell rang today around noon while I was
busy with work. Expecting a package from Amazon, I opened the door only
to find a package that I hadn’t bargained for. Standing before me was a
woman or should I say a dream-girl in flesh and blood. Tall, lissome,
with the most perfect curves, wrapped in an orange chiffon
sari was perhaps the most gorgeous political campaigner, I had seen in
my life. Her eyes had an fascination that was hard to forget, I felt
like drowning in those deep eyes. Not once did my eyes blink as she gave
me a pamphlet and urged me to vote for her party. The grace, charm, and
charisma she had, she could have easily been the head of a state but I
can take a guess that she had certain gravitas. It takes guts for a
gorgeous woman to walk into the house of a single bachelor with just a
pamphlet in hand. Hungry as I was with desire, wanted to grab her right
there right then and smooch her wet lips till death but then realized
she is a politician. Her associates would have made mince meat out of
me. So my fantasy remained with me as I politely said “Thank you,may the
best party win.” Pat came her reply, “Inshallah”…my heart skipped a
beat hearing that word…I didn’t want her to go and kept standing
there…she knew she had made an indelible impact and my eyes will search
for her always…but this election campaign in Bihar and the way it
touched my heart shall stay in mind for long.
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