Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Platonic Romance

A Passionate Love Story

Nowadays you have two types of friendships and relationships:

1. “Offline” Real World Friendships

2. “Online” Virtual World Relationships

Online relationships are like platonic relationships.

And – like platonic friendships – online friendships are so ethereal and graceful.

So  - I sometimes wonder – whether it is a good idea to physically meet my online virtual friends in the real world – and convert the beautiful  online platonic friendship into a real world physical relationship – and descend from the exquisite ethereal plane to the harsh physical reality of the real world.

Metaphorically – descending from a “platonic” online relationship to a “physical” offline relationship is like marrying your lover – and converting a lovely romance into a prosaic marriage.

While these thoughts – I remembered a story I had written around 26 years ago – before the advent of internet into my life – when all relationships were “offline” – but there was still a dilemma:

Should you let a beautiful platonic romance remain in its state of delicate bliss…?

Or – should you bring it crashing down into the real world by converting your platonic romance into a physical relationship…?

Read on – Dear Reader – I have delved deep into my creative writing archives and pulled out this story for you to read and enjoy…

PLATONIC LOVE-MAKING – A Love Story by Vikram Karve

I love making love on a Sunday morning. 

I make love to a beautiful woman on Sunday morning – yes  I make love to her with my eyes.

Here is how we make love.

Tell me  what does a beautiful woman do  when a handsome young man like me  looks at her in an insistent, lingering sort of way  which is worth a hundred compliments? 

I will tell you what she does.

First  she realizes that I am looking at her.

Then  she accepts being looked at by me.

Finally  she begins to look at me in return.
Suddenly  her eyes become hard.

Then  she grills me with a stern stare that makes me uncomfortable.
Scared and discomfited  I quickly avert my eyes  and try to disappear into the crowd. 

I feel ashamed at having eyed her so blatantly.

What will she think of me? I wonder. 

But soon  by instinct  and almost against my will  my eyes begin searching  trying to find her again.

Ah  there she is. 

She stands at the fruit-stall  buying fruit.

She is an exquisite beauty – tall, fair and freshly bathed  her luxuriant black hair flows down her back  her sharp features accentuated by the morning sun  her nose slightly turned up – so slender and transparent  as though accustomed to smelling nothing but perfumes.

I am mesmerized.

Never before has anyone evoked such a delightful tremor of thrilling sensation in me.

An unknown force propels me towards the fruit-stall. 

I stand near her  and I make pretence of choosing a papaya  trying to look at her with sidelong glances  when I think she isn’t noticing – hoping that she wouldn’t notice me looking at her.

But – she notices.

She looks at me.

Her eyes are extremely beautiful – enormous, dark, expressive.

Suddenly  her eyes began to dance.

Seeing the genuine admiration in my eyes  she gives me a smile so captivating  that I experience a delightful twinge in my heart.

She selects a papaya  and she extends her hands to give it to me.

Our fingers touch.

The feeling is electric. 

It is sheer ecstasy. 

I feel so good that I wish time would stand still.

I cannot begin to describe the lovely sensation I feel deep inside me.

I try to smile.

She communicates an unspoken goodbye with her eyes.

Then  she briskly walks away.

Three months have passed. 

She has never misses her Sunday morning love date with me – same time  same place  every Sunday – at precisely 7 o’clock in the morning.

But  My Dear Reader  do you know that not a word has been exchanged between us.

We just make love every Sunday morning using the language of our eyes.

Then  we part with an unspoken goodbye.

Once  I was slightly late for our rendezvous.

I could see her eyes desperately searching for me.

And when her eyes found me  her eyes danced with delight  and her eyes began making love to my eyes.

Tell me  is there any lovemaking that can surpass our fascinating alluring lovemaking...?

It feels like the supreme bliss of non-alcoholic intoxication.

Should I speak to her...?

I do not know.

Why doesn’t she speak to me...?

I do not know.

Does one have to speak to express love? 

Are words from the mouth the only way to communicate love...?

Maybe  we both want our beautiful romance to remain this way.

Our silent love making with our eyes  so lovely  so esoteric  so exquisite  so pristine  so platonic  so divine  so fragile  so delicate  so sensitive  so delicately poised.

Just one word would spoil everything.

Yes  just one word would destroy our enthralling state of trance-like bliss  and bring everything crashing down from supreme ecstasy to harsh ground reality.

I think it is best to let our exquisite Sunday morning lovemaking go on forever and ever  till eternity.

What do you feel  Dear Reader?

How long should we go making love like this?

Tell me  should I make a move...?

Should I talk to her – and break the lovely spell...?

Tell me  My Dear Reader:

Should I talk to her and express my love – or is it best to remain silent  and let our beautiful platonic lovemaking bloom to glory in ethereal silence?

I will do exactly as you say.

Till then  I will make platonic love to the beautiful woman every Sunday morning – yes  I will make love to her with my eyes.

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