We walked in a step to look into my bedroom. Diva and Randall were stretched out on my wooden bed. They were kissing each other with their hands, as well as their lips.
I wanted to slap Randall away from a girl that I knew Naveen loved, but slapping Randall away was Diva’s job, if slapping was required.
Karla pulled my vest.
‘You are
We walked back to the door of her room. My heart was beating. She put the key in the lock, then stopped, turned, and looked at me.
I never took Karla for granted. But the key was in a lock that opened the door to her Bedouin tent, and my heart was too flooded with hope to doubt. I was hoping that a citywide lockdown and the small satyricon in my rooms might be what it took to make her open the tent.
She smiled, opened the door, and gently pushed me inside. She lit secret lights, and put incense in the right places. She took the collars of my vest, while I was goggling at the banners of red and blue silk above my head, and walked me backwards to the foot of her bed.
She kissed me, and used the advantage to shove me back on the bed, leaving my feet dangling over the edge.
She pulled an ottoman to the foot of the bed, sat down, and began to unlace one of my boots. Her fingers fretted at the knots, then loosened the laces and pulled off one boot. It hit the floor with a boot-thud, and she started on the other. It thumped the floor a few seconds later.
She pulled my vest and T-shirt off, unbuckled my jeans, and dragged me naked.
‘You know what your problem is?’ she said, looking me over. ‘You’re harder than you need to be.’
‘That’s
‘Who said it’s a fault? It’s just that sometimes, a girl likes to provoke.’
I was confused again, but that was okay. I was very happy to be looking up at haloes of silk above her head.
‘You really came back for me?’ I asked. ‘You left the fetish party, and came looking for me?’
She was standing with her feet apart, her hands on her hips.
‘I’d swim the Colaba Back Bay for you, baby,’ she said, smiling at my confusion. ‘I mean, I might ask Randall to come with me, because I’m not a great swimmer, but I’d come for you, baby.’
‘Indians can’t swim like Australians,’ I said. ‘Australia has more sharks.’
She unbuttoned her black shirt, and threw it aside.
‘You know,’ she said, slipping off her jeans, and stripping naked, ‘it might be a lot easier for everybody, if I just keep you in sight from now on.’
She cocked her head to the side to study my reaction.
‘I think we should never be apart again,’ I said seriously. ‘What do you think, Karla?’
‘You’ll know exactly what I think,’ she said, creeping along my body to kiss me, ‘in about sixteen minutes.’
King of everything, and a beggar at her banquet at the same time. Thrown at her, thrown at me, turning, moving, changing, touching, and sweating too-long-alone.
My hands against the wall, pushing shadows away. Her feet against my chest, speaking softly, soles and toes, while harsher tongues shouted everywhere else.
The world rolling off the bed. My back on the floor. Her knees on the carpet, the coloured tent behind her head, fan-blades whirling doves of smoke from sandalwood incense.
Karla leaning over me, pressing her forehead to mine, eye for eye, subliming me with connected light. Lost in her pleasure, forgetting my own, finding it again in her eyes, coming home: Karla’s eyes, without fear or fences, coming home to me.
Arms entangled, fingers sewn together, legs in carnal coincidence we lay breath against breath, curled into one another like runaways, sleeping in a forest.
Chapter Seventy-One
Karla and I didn’t leave her tent again, during the lock-
down. On the first morning, I woke to see her walking toward me with coffee cups on a tray. I always woke before anybody, even in prison, especially in prison, and it was strange to wake with another consciousness already coffee-cool.
She was dressed in a kind of housecoat, but it was black, and completely sheer, and she was naked inside it. It was as if she was swimming in a shadow every time she moved, and I wanted to swim with her.
She set the tray down on a large street-drum she used as a night table, kissed me, and sat beside me on the bed.
‘Let me tell you what’s been going on,’ she said, her hand on my knee.
‘Going on now?’ I hoped.
‘Since the day I met Ranjit.’
‘I see.
‘Not now. Do you know how Ranjit and I met?’
‘At a dog fight?’
‘You need this, Shantaram.’
‘No, Karla, I don’t. I just need you.’
‘Yes, you do need me, and you do need this.’
‘Why?’
‘Why do you need me, or why do you need this?’
‘I know why I need you – you’re the other half of everything. Why do I need to go back to you and Ranjit?’
‘The other half of everything,’ she smiled. ‘I like it. You need this talk because I’ve treated you bad, and I feel bad, even though I did the right thing, for you I mean, all the way along the line.’