Bondi beach is so beautiful that it needs a coffee table book of its own. First,
the sky. The Australian sky is a different colour from India. It actually looks the
same as the sky blue colour in paint shops and is so crisp that your eyes hurt.
There is no pollution. The sea is visible for miles. At the shore, the Pacific Ocean
meets the powdery sand to create perfect waves. They are strong enough to surf
on, yet soft enough to make you relax.
But that summer, the nicest part about the beach was its people - those who
were not men. That is, those who were women. Gorgeous and topless. And if
you've never seen a topless woman in your life before, places like this did things
to you.
'There must be a hundred women here," Ish whistled. And each one a
knockout!'
It was true. It was like all the beautiful women in the world emailed each other
and decided to meet at Bondi.
'You want an umbrella?' I said as we parked ourselves at a scenic spot. Six
topless women played Frisbee there.
'Wow, you can actually see their ni ... wow,' Omi pointed out helpfully.
'There are a hundred women here. So we have two hundred breasts to look at,'
I said and was teased for bringing maths everywhere.
Having grown up in a place where sleeveless blouses cause scandals, tops-off is
what an MBA type would call a 'paradigm
shift'.
'I could not play with them. I'd never look at the Frisbee Ish said.
'Check that blonde one, wow, she is massive,' I said. Oh well when in
Disneyland, play.
'This is what heaven must look like. My eyes are tired from not blinking,' Omi
said.
It is funny but the bare-breasts became routine in a few minutes. I guess you
get used to good things fast. I'd much prefer to see one topless woman every day
for hundred days, rather than a hundred at once. I sat down on the sand. Ish and
Omi soon went for a swim in the sea and to see if wet and topless women looked
even hotter wet. Yes, we are a sick bunch.
I noticed a brunette in an umbrella next to me. She wore a shirt on top of her
bikini and had her back to me. Her long black hair fell over her thin back. She
applied something in her half, probably oil or lotion or any such thing that girls
feel is essential to their existence.
Something hurt inside me. I felt like someone pounded my chest. The brunette
rubbed her hair exactly like Vidya. I saw Omi and Ish splashing in the water at a
distance. They laughed as the pushed each other down.
Random thoughts circulated in my head, like oiled fingers in hair. Wouldn't it
be nice if Vidya was here? Isn't this what she longed for most? Freedom above all
else? Didn't she have the Bondi spirit, even though I'd have killed her if she
walked around in a bikini. Wait a minute, I'd kill her or her brother Ish would kill
her? Why should I care? But I did say I would kill her? And why am I thinking of
her when there are so many beautiful topless women to distract me right now?
And why do I think of her every night before I go to bed? And why does my mind
not stop asking stupid questions?
If you began to miss a girl thousands of miles away even with naked breasts
around you, something is seriously wrong. I opened my notebook that I carried
avery
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