The motor bike horns buzzed at her like horny clarinets, the street lights made her feel obnoxious, the puddle on the street reminded her of her stint last Friday in Kolkata; “Only if it were puddles of the dark red”, she whispered to herself.
With that fish like salt breeze corroding her face, she knew she was at Carters.
Following her ritual she first knocked at the doors of the local Cafe Coffee Day to procure her special “RosaPresso”. Owing to her regularity at the cafe, the cafe owner had named Rosa’s special espresso order as Rosapresso. It was large shot of espresso with tinge of Vanilla syrup and a touch of brown sugar. Rosa had discovered this genius drink while she was working at a small cafe in Lucknow.
“Only if it was the Dark Red”, she thought to herself as she received the ceramic containing Rosapresso from Anil. He starred at her eyes, it was the blood lust, indeed it ought to be; it was a Saturday night and it had been over a week since she made her last move. Anil left Rosa by herself while she sipped on it.
Like a lady she consumed it, seconds later, she knew she was ready for the night. She walked out of the cafe, took a rickshaw straight to Pali Hill. The rickshaw dropped her at the Boat Club, she walked towards the bouncer as if she was drunk, “Any guys with cute buts up there?”, she inquired. The typical Mumbaikar bouncer with a typical Indian moustache was surprised at him being quizzed like that. “Madam ji, Welcome”, he greeted her in confusion as he pulled the heavy glass door towards him.
Rosa did a double check on her dagger that was hugging the inside of her golden left thigh.
As she walked up the stairs, across the stage and towards the bar, she saw almost every man in the club giving her that greedy stare; and they all knew she was enjoying it. While she consumed her screw driver, She would occasionally smile back, wink and play with her lips as the men would raise their glasses at her. She was fishing.
After rejecting many men based on their greediness factor, she finally found a chubby fish with Armani on him. His eyes dripped with desire of her beauty, he ranked on the top of the most horniest men in the club. Right then, Rosa knew this was her man. Her fat Tuna.
“I like men with Armani on them”, Rosa expressed, as her hand ran through his Armani arms.
“If I knew you would fall for Armani, I would have got this cotton a long time ago”, he said.
“What do you mean?” She said astonishingly.
“Rosa, you remember me don’t you?”, he quizzed.
Rosa was lost, she knew the face seemed familiar but she had met so many men since she left the research facility, it was almost impossible to recall. She nodded with a confused expression.
“I’m Paddy, that creepy guy you always ignored back in our Uni days…Delhi? Rosa it’s me, we even presented a white paper together…hello?”
With a breeze from the closest open window Rosa realised, his eyes were not dripped with desire but with curiosity and excitement. Rosa wondered if she could fish a fish from her own pond, with a genuine smile she said, “of course I remember you Paddy, I just didn’t imagine I would see you like this, here in Mumbai!!”
“Ha ha, I’m here for a friend’s wedding, I go back to Kerala tomorrow so I thought I should experience the Pali hill party scene once…”, he exclaimed, excited to know the life jazz of Rosa, “so, what’s up with you?”
Rosa was not surprised by his innocence, he was after all a typical Mallu, “I’m a small screen actress and model living in Kolkata, traveling here for work and most recently I got seduced by an Armani”, she smiled. Of course, Rosa had lied.
Minutes later, Paddy and Rosa were talking university days, not even once did Paddy question her on her change of career or her sudden run away from Delhi. They behaved as if they were at one of those freshers party of humanities section back in Uni. Paddy won’t drink but Rosa was on her 6th tequila shot, now that she won’t be fishing anymore, she decided to make the most of the night.
Rosa’s alcohol intake resulted in a desirable lip lock between the two and which of course led to Rosa escorting herself to the Marriot with Paddy. “It’s okay to be the fish sometimes”‘ she whispered to herself, “…Dark Red Armani?”.
Coming soon…Rosa Fanai, The Blue Shades and The Dark Red Armani