Part 48--Scoop of Life-- Sparkle

February 14th 2011
Monday
Two-ish...
Gopaldas Bhavan Connaught Circus
Raghav paced his cube lazily..........deep in thought........ he wore a blue black trouser with what seemed like a formal white shirt with silver/self stripes... the tail was half tucked in half out.... at the back.... and crumpled....
He adjusted his ear bud in his right ear.... looked down at the traffic from the elevated vantage point........... scrolled... picked another song..... wore his second ear piece and listened for a minute... and removed it.
Leaned on the huge wall of windows, looking towards the inside........... people were milling around.... busy Monday.......
His screen saver jumped, image to image to image........ trekking.... rock climbing, scaling the Andes.... back packing in Norway....... there were some of his Mom cooking......... Rohini braiding her hair and Dadi reading the Ramayan........ there was only one of his Dad making a perfect drink......
His cousins dressed like Elvis........ for a Halloween....... BOTH, looking nothing like Elvis.........
 There was a gentle tap on the door Nayana peeked in.... "Cup of jolt?" she asked, raising her mug...
Her plunging neckline did not leave anything to his imagination....she was relatively flat chested...... he had seen and felt what lay underneath more than a dozen times.......... now a white crocheted blouse, ......what looked like a table cloth Dadi spun when she was bored some afternoons............only pretended to sheath her lacy bra.......... the tan silk jacket she had worn at the meeting earlier was missing..........,

He twitched his lips to decline the offer..... she allowed him a view of herself..... before slowly stepping in and shutting the door.......... he didnt move from his lounging position.........
She sipped as she approached him...........
"You shaved?" she grinned "Knowingly"
He rubbed his hand on his jaw.......fingered his soul patch fondly... he didnt hear the rasp......... he had shaved at Noon before the cotsyn meeting in his private bathroom at work.......he pushed his frame back on his nose....... he could smell aftershave in his palms

Krishan was apalled when he showed up at 11 looking like he had just lost his fortune in the Wall Street collapse....

"Peruvian beans" she said arrogantly, inhaling her cup............ "Fair trade Peruvian beans"
The term Fair Trade reminded him of an activist..... better endowed than Nayana.......... she had caught him staring at Boombox a couple times.......... if he didnt know bettr he would assume she had blushed......
"Raghav?" Nayana coaxed for the third time as she admired her manicured hand holding his silver stripe shirt...........
"You do need coffee" she muttered huskily, as if it were something else
She held her cup near his lips......... he turned his face sideways........
checked his phone........... no texts...........
Nayana followed him like a puppy.........
He picked up his car keys from his sprawling gleaming walnut desk....... he recalled joking about it to his cousin Ateendra when the shipment had arrived from Philippines....... "I all I need is a pot belly and a cigar" he had joked sarcastically when his Dad had walked in to admire the desk............... Krishan continued to offer "some" privileges to the Kapoor first born.......... despite the cynicism he saw in the young man's eyes.......... too vividly sometimes.
"At this rate, it wont be long before the paunch shows" he had said in response to his son's nonchalance.

"Kahan ja rahe ho?" Nayana purred.......waking him
"Nowhere" he said, though his eyes seemed like they were purposeful...... she realized disappointedly
"Mr Tripathi was gushing about the way you met the cotsyn team" she offered a tempation..... and continued " Mr Modi, Mr Dayal Mr Sood.......... (all employee execs) thought you must start showing up everyday to work....... your Chachu will be SO proud" she gushed blocking his way clandestinely......... straightening her blouse, letting her neckline plunge further......
"Be back" he said blandly........ as he let himself out, she sipped her coffee and wondered........ staring at his tall, lean, wiry form..... 
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Malviya Nagar
Clean Water Initiative Office
3: 30 ish
Feb 14th 2011
Monday
Radhika: I let him speak 3 sentences in two hours......... itna to main Ritu ko bhi nahi bolne deti (giggled)
She was on the phone......... she wore blue jeans and a white shirt with shoulder straps....... a orange dupatta almost strangled her neck.......... she wore red bangles in her hand, they were all square............she felt her nose ring......... it was sore all around....... the diamond sparked.......... she made eye contact with Poonam and winked
Poonam joined her index finger and thumb to indicate she looked rocking.......... Radhika walked to a dumpy rest room in the corner, switched on the tube light......... the light sputtered and glowed in pain.......
she admired her nose ring.......... "Ma ko nahi maloom, Papa ko keh diya as soon as I got it at South Ex. Arey Ma pehanti hain....... Bhabhi ko kaha unhoney Bhabhi ka pain threshold bahut low hai, she refused.......... Papa wants grandkids, Bhabhi ne to mana kar diya (giggles) and on and on she rambles)

Poonam brings papers and files for review, documents that need signing......... she signed, and after every signature walked to the bathroom to look at her reflection........... and talked and talked........
Umesh walked in "Koi milne aaya hai tujhse" he yells
Radhika: Kaun?  Woh Abdul Sattar & Co se? Kitne lawyers hain us company mein? (she talks WHILE being on another call)
Apologizes, hangs up......... bores Umesh to death before walking out to the chaotic, unkempt lobby
"TUM????????" she says shocked,though smiling......... looking down at herself to check her attire secretly........ her hair is a mess/mass of curls............ she is bare feet, as she liked to sit  with her feet up in the chair.......
"Radhika" he responded staring at her nose ring....... letting his senses be aroused as his brain sent the happy signals all over...