Smudge Paradise

Smudge Paradise
A mattress lies on a hallway, self-proclaimed, entirely abandoned and brusque like a swooning dog, it is early morning in smudge paradise, a timeworn brothel in the city of shobhpur. On the edge of the murals ,on the prosaic wall, blood drops cling to the floor , first blood…paradise people called it, blood stripped of hemoglobin , a shadow of black camouflaged on red, first blood was the sign of a virgin , embodying the deflowering . On15th September 1987 it was Astha , a young tribal girl, crushed and devastated by her fate which refused to budge away from the gutters that life serves in a palate, under nourished yet useful to serve aganst the angst of her fate. She lay naked and stripped of honor. Life generally was not what the paradise folks expected it to be thereafter, the death of aastha was a crucial change in the path . her body was brutally demarcated not leaving behind a trace of her naïve chirpy features. Makhanlal ,the cop stared on to it in an iterant mode having a terrible sense of never having to find the culprit due to the notorious place of the murder, it was hardly any time before the entire case would be closed and Aastha s file suffocated amongst the innumerable files stacked inside the almirah at shobhpur police station. Makhanlal bent towards a crystal botlle , carefully placed at the corner of room on a small stool, designed gloriously , with golden calligraphy contoured on the outside ,reading paradise in Hindi. A pristine white hand held on to his wrist as he tried pulling it up, it was zhoraben , the brothel owner. She moved her hands on inspector makhanlal and drew her hands on the bottle gently placing it on him.”this is the flagon of desire, the symbol of freedom for my girls, no man can open it without my direction and you aren’t any exception”, she looked into him and said. Zhoraben was like a dancing peacock in its prodigious splendor when she spoke to a man .Her eyes glistened and her eyebrows danced as she came closer to him seductively displaying her coquettish dignity.
Zhoraben always had her ways with strong clout filled men, makhanlal garishly looked at her turning her around in a swift motion and holding her waist crudely “ I am here to investigate , you better stop that melodramatic kink you are throwing around, if not I have my ways to get my job done” he said, announcing his power and grasp over the place and the murder site.
He gazed at the crystal bottle and carefully pulled of the cork , sliding his index finger into it and looking at zhoraben s blatant face which seemed unaffected by anything that’s happened, the crystal bottle contained blood , few spills of it , makhanlal looked away , exasperated by its tinged odor. “the first blood , we call it here , the symbol of freedom and life for us” zhoraben remarked “freedom and life, unbelievable ironies though” makhanlal laughed and taunted at the coquettes coherent comment “they are ironies for leeches which suck blood” she retorted , indicting angst into the cop, he pulled her hair and said “ whore ! this is not your regular cop or leech , who will be enticed by the scent and sensuousness of your body, I am here for a job and that is to investigate” makhanlal s raw and blatant façade appealed to her , she replied “ this whore is glad that finally there is a man amongst the leeches that visited shobhpur” she moved away from him and said “ I will tell u everything about smudge paradise , but not here when you are in your uniform , because this uniform will never let you understand and comprehend the beauty , the vastness and the vanity of the place” he looked puzzled but anxious , it was his first case in shobhpur and he could nt let his grip off the place , this was one prospect for him to stiffen that grip . he looked into her eyes and spurted “ when and where” zhoraben whispered into his ears and gently bit the earlobe “ when the the moon will be erased from the sky at smudge paradise in rani s chamber” having understood the teaser he moved into the police van.

Moonlight
Makhanlal entered the gate of smudge paradise again the next evening; he was more keen to know about smudge paradise, more than the events that preceded , he held himself uprght and walked across the several rooms ,small cabins would be a better descripton of these rooms . He was dressed in a kurta a long shirt with embroidered collar and pyjama to go with it. There was a royal air around , he sure had it in his blood having come from a royal Rajput family in Jaipur. His family had acres of land and was once the rulers of a kingdom but his generation dd nt last to see the magnificence . he walked across all the rooms at times taking a peek over the activities happening inside. The moonlight marvelousouly spread across the corridors he startled upon a huge door , pushing the lever ou he entered , as a huge hall welcomed him and his nostrils filled with a strong odour of jasmine flowers and rose petals to contour the odours. He took a heavy breath of the heavenly fragrance and made a soothing gesture. Right on the centre of the huge hall spread on the moonlight wth a crystal like form laid a oomph filled body, draped in a light green translucent sari ,the eyes opened ,makhanlal stared in awe at her navel whch protruded out , it was small yet filled with seductive eroticism , shaped like a canal on a whte pasture it perfectly carved on her belly , slightly arousing the young officer who had his own confrontations with the libido....to be continued