Landing Continued.....

          The air-conditioned airport lounge couldn't stop the sweat coming out of my head. I hardly remember whether in last three years i had experienced the sweat. I moved towards the exit and stopped at the prepaid taxi counter. There was a big queue in the counter and the man in the counter was too slow to execute. My analytical brain started calculating the approximate time it would take to get a ticket if i will join the queue and my calculation said it could not be less than  60 minutes. I was not in a mood to spend my valuable time waiting in the queue. So, i started searching for a bakra (person) who could get me a ticket and my search ended at a girl , better is woman, standing second in the queue. I rushed towards her and said: "Excuse me maa'm".

The lady turned towards me with her long hair splitting in the air.I got stunned with her beauty. She was wearing a saree of magenta colour having black boarders. She had a sindur at her forehead revealing her to be a married one. She had bangles all over her hand and the slightest movement of her created a fabulous wave of sound. Her brown colored hair was pulled back and fastened loosely with a butterfly shaped small claw clip of the same color as of the saree. Her tip-toed heals multiplied her beauty by adding extra 2' to her height. I kept on gazing at her when she talked to the man in the counter, passed the money and got the ticket. She was out of the queue and then i got my consciousness.

"Yes, do you need anything?" The lady asked me preparing to come out of the queue.

"Hmmm, yesssss. But, its ok. No problem. I just needed a favor to have a ticket for me" I replied.

"Oops! sorry. i am out of the queue. Where you want to go?" The lady asked.

"Golakhpur" I said.

"Go-lakh-pur, You wanna go golakhpur" She exclaimed.

"Yes, whats the matter with that? Do they not issue tickets for that?" I replied with one side of my mouth curling up stealing a smile.

"No, thats not the thing; i am just thinking i am also going in that direction and you can come in my cab" The lady said with a sweet smile.

"Thank you but no thanks, you must have a family with you and i don't want me to end as an unintended guest" i said.

The lady burst into laugher and said "No, i am alone and if someone can accompany me in the long journey, it will be safe and better. Anyways, we are from same village"

         I agreed as i didn't want to miss the chance of having a company of beautiful lady for the journey though my consciousness warned me a lot being the lady married. We came out of the airport lounge and waited for our cab. I preferred standing behind her to invent her beauty that i missed in the queue. The lady has a fabulous curve close to an hour glass. She has just perfect waist, may not be zero but perfect enough to give her a slim look. She was endowed with well shaped hips which are ideal enough to carry off her saree elegantly. Her low-hip saree draping exposing the waist was sexy enough. Adding to that, the low back noodle-strapped blouse has exposed her fair skinned back.The loosened pallo of her saree was playing hide and seek with me to see her back.

          Then suddenly a cab entered with a blow of hot air. The cab did two things to me. First, it thrashed a stream of hot air which blew the loosened pallo of the lady against my face and I smelled her; the clean,crisp,naughty,sensuous smell of D&G's pour femme. I almost lost in that smell. Then the cab did the second thing, honked us badly and the ear-spilling sound broke my concentration. I shouted "Fuck off". The lady turned back with mouth open and asked "What?"

I thought my impression has almost gone. So without much delay i said " I am sorry, I am really very very sorry"

The lady smiled and said "Its ok. But keep in mind, Its INDIA."

I smiled too.

The driver came out and put her luggage in the cab. I helped myself.

And, the journey started....to Golakhpur.