KAI HUNTS VIXENS

“Girls are not just seen through the eyes but also felt by the heart!” “It is the eyes!”  How would our playboy Kai forget them? Oops!! Sorry, Kai Landon. Yes, the self-reliant lone wolf will never like anyone calling him ‘playboy.’ But unfortunately in schools and colleges, it has been a ritual among students to title ridiculously those few fellas who often neglect to raise their heads to the girls who look at them, as ‘playboys,’ so it is inevitable to introduce Kai as ‘playboy.’ But these “Sigmas,” we cannot assure, completely ignore girls, just like those tiny rain droplets instructed to paint the roofs dare to enter the house as drizzles and leaking- since every man is in an urge to provide even more shreds of evidence to the permanent crime girls committed of illegally seizing all over them tons of magnetic ores. Especially on the eyes! Why do these lectures from the ancient Vedas to the currently available data on the internet have numerous explanations that girls who are already attractive have attractive eyes which work beyond a black-hole’s gravity? For all those who try their dream girl, it’s important to where we meet them so the place encourages their receptors to romantic advancement. For example, meeting a girl at a party or club, exponentially boozed, and competing with those huge speakers by shouting a rap will be exciting, but it mostly drives the so-called “pathetic” boys to unhealthy desires. Well, compare this; that one girl who would have queened our crush list- we one day suddenly meet or find her, probably in a crowded space, let’s take the train and to add more drama, we are initially not sure that it was her, though we got deviated because of those eyes which seemed to be mimicking the dream girl’s ones. So, along with the hiss and buzz of the train, our minds, too vibrating the vibes from her eyes, wanted to ask the angel at a distance ‘do you know me?’ Or ‘did we already meet?’ Or… kind of questions. We would be all hot and anxious. We would wonder where our brain had the nerve to power such an adrenalin rush. She would one or two times turn her priceless gaze on us, but as though it was a reflex action, we looked down or turned around to some other side. These girls were very cunning vixens. They, even though they found out that we are one of those fellas whom she preyed with her gazes, never attempt to initiate that memorable reunion. It is always the boys, after all these… ‘Convincing the demotivating brain.’ But “time” is even more cunning than girls. When we were prepared, after several rehearsals in mind, to make acquaintance with them again, the train would have reached some stop and she, as expected, left the train, and we too, irrespective of the reason we were on that train, left the train and got on to our usual routine- following the girls because we don’t want to scold ourselves another night in front of the mirror for missing another chance. What if Kai is too in such a soothing as well as dreadful situation? Kai is emotively trying to crush the cushion of the seat when he saw her and the crush on the cushion was just like a ‘movie glimpse’ of what would happen when we find our dream girl. On that late evening in the city ‘Chays’ inside the metro train which softly piercing the cooling air, Kai was actually busy reading “simply fly” by G.R Gopinath as usual, his hand doing gentle massage on his beard, with the same adamancy from his school days, unwilling to or practiced to ignore surroundings and focus on what he does. That clumsy-haired lady, running her eyes on that hand and beard which are stealing her heart, will soon join our group, scolding us in front of the mirror for missing another chance, unaware of the fact that he is an unintentional specimen of celibacy life. Let this be an experiment. We will give her the license to make a description of his appearance, for that we are actually immersing in her perspective- to her inner voices, and before we enter we need to remember that these vixens bear noodles-mind. So it’s surprising if anyone didn’t confuse the below-mentioned glimpse of that clumsy lady’s voice on irresistibly sighting Kai.  “GOD! GOD! GOD! He’s handsome! He’s handsome! He’s handsome! WAIT! Are my glasses???” When she took her hand to check for the thousandth time, if her glasses were sitting in the right position to make her even more beautiful, she actually tried his mannerism of subconsciously rubbing the beard and softly taking the skin of the chin up and down. “His beard actually like a stink on soft white skin. Hey dear, will you give your face a clean shave for me? What the f**k!? Did he actually look at me!?” Kai is suddenly up to something. His eyes, tremendously trimming the bond with vitality, stunned-at someone. “Probably he is looking at me! Did he hear my wish to shave? Is he going to say ‘I like to use your tongue for the razor.’? WAIT! Did his amber eyes really on me!! No-no NO! Then who are his f*****g eyes stunned at, behind me?” As she turned back, there, at a distance, she found… within seconds her mouth whispered this time annoyingly “WHAT THE f**k!!!” Who is that “WHAT THE f**k!!!” at whom both Kai and our transient narrator are staring?!