Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Red shoes named Desire

‘ I would never wear them ’, I exclaim opening a parcel from which a pair of shiny Louboutin – lookalikes stare open-mouthed at me as if they couldn't believe what I just said. I lay them on the floor as I get to fetch a glass of water (and a reality check if I could) for my rather ambitious friend who was bent upon getting me to try them. When I return and resume normal conversation, I could feel all the eyes in the room moving involuntarily in regular intervals at these red shoes standing three inches tall, as if they had a breathing personality of their own.


I still remember the warmth of the evening sun on the beach in Jericoucara, a town in the northern corner of Brazil. The place was filled with evening revellers; where sunset itself was an occasion to celebrate for them Brazilians. As we walked along the beach, there was a small crowd formed, cheering someone in the middle. We go near to take a closer look. It was a good-looking couple who looked dressed for the ballroom rather than for the beach, and also behaving as if they were still on the dance floor. She was wearing a scarlet dress with black stockings and a red rose behind her ear. He was dressed in a formal black suit with a red tie. I noticed that her feet, in red heels stuck deep in sand, still managed to move sensuously. Seemingly oblivious to the onlookers, they started to move slowly without any background music. But as their movements picked up tempo, there was a soundless music that began to play between them. The effortless strength in his arms as he dropped her only to catch, the way she looked deep into his eyes before tantalisingly turning away to do a swirl, the careful brush of his fingers against her neck. The last thing I remember is her raising her foot high in the air above his shoulders in an ending flourish, her red shoes reaching up to the evening sky and setting the sun on fire. If desire had a background score, their music would be it.


I put the shoes away and I had the feeling that I could hear them howling in the darkness of the night. Like a she wolf in my closet, waiting to be set free.

14 comments:

JT said...

So you like shoes? lol

Hemamalini said...

@JT .. so you like football? lol :P

Yana said...

*swoon*

Hemamalini said...

@Yana.. :D

Jayendran Srinivasan said...

Ruby-red shoes - Dorothy's not in Kansas any more! :)

And, you beat me to Brazil, already! :D

BTW, the URL to which my blog is linked on your blog is still the old one... Narcissistic exercise, this third part of the comment, but still... :P

kray said...

new look! :)

Hemamalini said...

@Jay .. Yeah, although i do have Dorothy red shoes that I wear pretty often :) Brazil, yeah, there's something about it.

@Kray.. yeaap. i like them birds on the title :)

Anu said...

OMG brilliant!
Like a she wolf in my closet, waiting to be set free.
I have never heard/read a better description for shoes :)
*hugggg*

Hemamalini said...

Gnu.., to be entirely honest the term 'she wolf in my closet' is actually something i heard in a song :) but am gonna say thankew anyway ;)

rb said...

don visit your prev blog..its pathetic

Ms.N said...

gorgeous, sensuous description of the dancers... i would love red shoes, but would have loved to catch them against the blue sky like u mentioned before!!!!

Hemamalini said...

These glimpses are the reason for which we travel, isn't it? Reading your blog, I know you would agree :)

CJ said...

i thought this one had a different ending? didn't it take place on a plane or something? or are there two different versions? :)

Hemamalini said...

@Chandy..It's a continuation of this one, next episode types ;)