Vermicilli is similar to me in that respect. It has been eaten, but it has, quite possibly, never been stood on.
At least not for extended periods of time.
Wrong?
You bet I am wrong.
I have stood on vermicilli myself. On more than one occasion. The only such time that I clearly remember, however, was not the first time that it ever happened.
I was fifteen years old at the time.
It was a hot summer day in Tirunelveli, and as both the people now left in the place would testify, summers there get really hot and really damp. If any of you has lived in Mike Tyson's armpits for any amount of time during his boxing bouts, you would get a rough idea of what it feels like.
I was standing next to the mango tree in our front yard, and staring at him - Sampath, not Tyson.
He was cleaning his bike outside his house.
He was bare-bodied.
Droplets of his gay sweat were playing cruising games amidst his chest hair, and were hornily scampering towards his shorts in random groups. Their orgies had left the top of his shorts considerably wet.
My legs turned into vermicilli.
As if my knees werent weak enough, out walked another topless guy in shorts. I wasnt attracted to him (I think), but he looked familiar. I knew him from somewhere.
Sampath sat down on the floor.
The new guy leaned on the gate and said something to Sampath that made him turn back.
It is very possible that if he was not who he actually was, I would never have excused him for what he did next.
The new guy walked forward and stood behind Sampath. Bending down, he rested his forearms on Sampath's shiny shoulders. His fingers dropped into the canopy that was Sampath's chest hair.
He held Sampath's face up with his hands, and they kissed.
Sampath looking up, the new guy looking down.
I had to hold the tree tightly to keep myself upright. For a long time.
The new guy sat down next to Sampath.
Sampath saw me and smiled. He asked me something, but I didn't hear him.
I came out of the house, and walked towards him.
He asked me if the milkman had come yet. I said no, I was waiting for him too.
A really cute guy, this milkman.
Sampath pointed to the new guy and said to me, 'Have you met my boyfriend Desidude yet?'.
That rung a bell.
Damn. I knew the guy.
It still didn't make much sense, but at least I knew what was going on.
So this is how I would look 10 years from now, huh?, I thought to myself.
The new guy was me. From the future.
I am twenty five now, and I am going to Tirunelveli this year. Do you think I can hook up with Sampath? (Oddly enough, he and the milkman are the two guys left in town)