conversation

i'm sitting in Her room. I'm on the bed and she's sprawled on the floor in front of me while i massage coconut oil into her hair. its something i've done several times for her. she likes oiling her hair the night before a swim. says it helps control hairfall. me, i dont think it does anything of the sort, but i enjoy the ritual as much as her. the first time i offered to do it, she asked me if i'd do it for her every time, and she was rather taken aback when i said yes.

sitting like this; close, but her back's towards me. its comfortable. perfect for a long chat, important or unimportant. i know i can influence how long the massage lasts just by altering the pressure on my fingertips... taking her into states of relaxation she's reluctant to get out of.

tonight, i venture down her back...rubbing between her shoulder blades, stretching her arms and arching her back. we're talking about ENT case taking, its my case tomorrow and im not sure yet how to use a nasal speculum and a head mirror and other such intricasies. she's good at ALL this stuff. one of the many reasons why the mindfucking's going on right now.

in the middle of my sentence, she pipes up:
What the hell are you doing in medical school?
and i'm like: um. i like it here... i wanted to be here...
you should've been in some hippie place. on some beach. in a shack that offers massages and pot. it would be the ultimate combination!

i laughed my guts out at the crazy picture of me being a masseuse at a massage-and-pot-parlour at some beachy place and told her i'd blog about what she said.

she stumbled upon my blog btw. in my room, on my laptop. i shut it down hastily. she ran upstairs to her room and tried to access it, but by then i'd moved it from koilonychia to manipal manual :)
i dont want her reading this. not just yet.