My love stories: Part Six: Seema

Seema was tall and thin. Almost skeletal. She was addicted to coffee. She used to have many cups a day and fall severely ill now and then. But she did not give up having strong black coffee.

She was dark-skinned. Her skin was very soft and smooth. That is the chief reason I got attracted towards her. Another reason was her nature. Quiet, witty, sarcastic, intelligent and aloof. The touch-me-not types.

According to her friends I was the first guy whom she allowed to touch. I loved to hold her hand and put my arms around her.

That is all I got from her physically. Once I told her I wanted to make love to her and tried to kiss her on the lips. I got to see the violent streak in her nature then.

She pulled my hair so hard that my vision blanked out for a few seconds. I did not ask her for a kiss again.

On second thoughts may be the way she would have liked is that I should have pulled her long pony-tailed hair hard, slapped her hard and made violent love to her. The thought makes me warm even today. But I did not do so that day.

It is not my idea of love-making. We dated for a year.

She often used to say that I was a nice guy. And that she was a bad girl; not fit for someone like me. This she said with a sly smile. I know it was not a taunt. She really liked me.

May be she was made for a sterner guy with more spirit.

I lost contact with her gradually. She did come to greet me on my birthday with a flower bouquet once after that but I knew I was not the guy for her.

I don't know what happened to her. May be today she is happily married to a guy who slaps her hard and makes violent love to her.