One night with Saif Ali Khan

When I get married I want to ask my hubby for a clause in the prenup agreement – that he should look into the bottom of his heart to forgive me for cheating on him with Saif Ali Khan.

I have a fixation on the Khan that is not stalker-ish, but I admit it sometimes borders on weird. As in, I would clone Saif Ali Khan and have a threesome with hims.

Ok, back to my one night fantasy. Here is how it goes. He sees me being all nonchalant and ignoramous of his celebrity status and that of course grabs his attention. He catches my arm and we chat for a few minutes and he decides he needs to see more of me. So he asks me to join him for dinner that evening in a fancy schmancy restaurant rooftop overlooking the gorgeous beach. Of course I have a stunning LBD in the back of my cupboard, my hair was shiny and flowy and by that stage in my life I had mastered the art of applying expensive makeup to look subtly glamorous.

Anyways, Saif Ali Khan sends a limo to pick me up from my fancy schmancy apartment and of course the neighbours are agog at the sight of their glammed up neighbour sliding gracefully into the limo. We glide through the streets, the tinted windows providing subtle cover against the flashes of cameras and camera phones as people try to get a photograph of this mysterious celebrity. So we eventually to the restaurant and Saif Ali Khan is there to welcome me with a kiss on the cheek. He offers me his arm as we take the super smooth elevator to the top of the restaurant where a table for two is laid out. There are loads of candles and hidden lights everywhere, so its dark but we can still see what is on the table.

So we chat and dine and laugh and flirt for a while. After the dishes have been cleared away, the lights fade into the background and he asks me to dance. There is no music, only moonlight, but he is sure of his steps and guides me around the rooftop in a slow and thrillingly intimate dance. He stops, looks down at me and…

I haven’t actually been able to complete this fantasy, because I am not sure how I want it to end. Does anything happen? What does actually happen? How do I feel about it?

Anyways, writing about my fantasy here would put a touch of reality into the story. For me, a fantasy means there are many responses, many endings and many sub fantasies within the fantasy, which all together add to the spiciness of the fantasy.

Besides, what if Saif Ali Khan is a fan of my blog? Then he will know all about my fantasy of him. And that takes away the fun of a fantasy!

The night of the sand, water and wind

Many people wonder about my fascination with the beach. Why do I always beg to go to the beach if it is nearby? Why do I collect shells at each visit? Why do I play in the water even if the waves are 5 degrees and the wind is 8 degrees? How can staring at the distant horizon reduce me to tears for no apparent reason?

Last week’s beach visit revealed a different side to the ocean and rocks. It was a clear night, with a strong wind blowing fine sand towards the water, and the pull of the ocean bringing the waves to a thunderous crash on the beachfront. Now when water and wind meet with such strength, the result is a clash of the titans that sends the water reaching towards the sky. The delicate drops that spill over soothe the skin that was abrased by the sand.

An even more beautiful, powerful and completely mind-blowing sight was the waves crashing on the rocks at the same time that the force of the wind met up with it. Imagine a dark beach, lit by the moon and city lights in the background, the world disappeared into the horizon and in the forefront, is this huge shimmering wall of water that rushes towards the heavens, the edges of the wall dancing to the unheard music of the wind.

Just the hope of seeing that magnificent sight again will send me to the beach over and over again.