Standing adamantly by a decision is not really always callous. He turns. I rotate. He returns. I learn a revolution. I don’t have much to expect yet I think he prefers me to expect things and that somewhat sags. After a dispute we make love. Just a crooked bandaid. I had vowed chastity. Even after the first couple of times I had stayed celibate for many years. However, this love brings out these in me. I do not like breaking my vows. Chastity or etcetera. I don’t see him so sad. Whatever decisions he takes he seems pretty unrepentent or even non-confused about them. I almost feel a tip on my tongue. Is it Eurocentric? A White man’s non-burden.
Our mouths kiss. Our hearts do not. They run on parallel mathematics.
I am not coded like him. Nowadays, the gypsies are the rich, unconcerned. You cannot leave behind boredom if it is in a classroom. I cannot talk to him much. After he caressed my breast and my slightly toned thighs and I scartched slightly his skinny, rigid ones.
“Meghna, let’s elope.”
“I want to finish my studies; have a career.”
“It’s so cliche.”
“It helps with the food department.”
“And I thought you liked marriage.”
I looked upset, all of a sudden, “What made you think that?”
“I just felt…it.”
We are quiet. It’s more quiet than mortal death.
“I know, Meghna, we come from different cultures.”
“I am not a different culture. I am a different person. Than you.” I stressed it heavily. I stress it as if it was now and never.
“Meghna, is it because I am White?”
I thought about it. Yes. It was. But it wasn’t so because it wasn’t. It was a Yes and it was a No. His Whiteness was not what mattered. It only mattered here. Because he could get away with running away. I am not White. I am of the migrant body. If I run away. I will always be a runaway. Unable to perform and unable to settle and unable to — Ooff! I was not so confident that me running away would be so fruitful to me. Things are already here for him. For me it was starting. I don’t want to ruin it.
“Not really.” I carefully addressed, “It’s because you are rich and White and male. And I am just another so-called Brown immigrant. I have already been dispossessed and you are already possessed. Do you understand?”
Then he grunted, “You are talking fucking crap.” Then he got up, “You are muddling too much in those weak sciences.”
‘I am being honest Calvin.”
I rose a bit too.
But then he got out of bed. I saw an ultimatum.
“I am leaving; probably tonight.”
“You are just some lay anyway.”
“I know we wouldnt end up together. You don’t understand and you are stuck in your own way of thinking.”
“I am leaving. Not Listening to this crappy shit.”
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