thoughts from heart

             He moved his fingers in my hair, and I closed my eyes. He kept playing with the ends of my hair and I bit my lip so that I could stifle my moan. Slowly and steadily his hand caressed my neck and involuntarily I arched backwards. His lips were mere inch apart from me… “And cut! Fabulous shot Sanaya. Let’s wrap up guys; we’re done for the day.” Some random girl handed me my robe and without making an eye contact, I moved towards my green room. I locked myself and stared at the looking glass. Heavily kohl eyes, cheeks flustered with top brand blush, lips made seductive with amazing plum colour lipshade and body draped in an exquisite gown… This was me. Shanaya Seth. A Model. Honestly, a model who was mostly called for lingerie/nude shots. But I am still a model. Why did I become one? I even have forgotten the reason now. I came to this country hoping to make a life for myself. From doing odd jobs, I ended up here. When I was first called for an audition, I thought th

             He stood there for a long time. Tired, worn out. Even though he was dressed in a designer suit, the look in his eyes mirrored as if the whole day he had worked out in the Sun doing some kind of laborious task. With slouched shoulders he remained standing at the threshold of the house for an eon. Then without saying a word, he turned around and got lost into the darkness.             He came there every day at the same time. Who was he? I didn’t know. He sounds.... a bit strange. I’ve been watching him for months now. In my mind, I’ve even named him ‘Aayan’. Why Aayan? I don’t know. The day I saw him few months ago, I wondered about his name; and it was this word that rang the bell. It was a balmy summer night. Even though MET Dept. was assuring everyone that it would rain, but it never did. That night everyone was out for a stroll so that they could jointly complain Indra Devta for not listening to them when I saw Aayan for the 1 st time. There was something about