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• Love Story Of A Prostitute   Just a generous client

  "All I need to understand is that you have thought a great deal about your company. You care for your company and you are seeking to turn it over. Your father would have been proud of you - your very efforts are what matters." I said."Lila, what you said means a lot to me." He said quite suddenly.After which, he proceeded to lightly touch the sleeves of my dress. He seemed to admire the embroidery of the red poppies on the fabric."Finding my way doesn't seem as painful when I am talking to you. You should have been my shrink." He said."I'm no shrink but I can listen. Let me be your confidante." I said, really meaning it.His gaze was glued at the embroidered flowers. They were slightly raised from the fabric due to the rich threading of the artisan's handiwork."Like the embroidered flowers on your sleeves, it takes time to get such intricate stitches don

• Love Story Of A Prostitute   Professional problems

  "Are you still depressed because of Clara?" I asked."I'm not sure." He said."She was the starting point of my downfall. When she left me, I did not care about anything else. I let go of my life. Now I'm trying to pick the pieces together but every time I try, it seems like I'm falling two steps backwards. I wonder what's the point? I keep on reliving the same day over and over again. I just could not move forward. The ghosts of the past haunt me." He said.His gaze was a confused one. His eyebrows furrowed deep. Instinctively I lay my free hand on his forehead; gently sliding my hand over those worry lines."One step at a time. It's only human to fall back now and then. Give yourself time." I said softly.I looked at his face. He need not look older than he was. I thought that getting him to talk would be the only one thing I could do, since he did not want me to warm up his be

• Love Story Of A Prostitute   Sharing his pain

  "Treasuring things are a proven technique to help combat pain if there is no one around. It works, at least for me." I said."Does this not go against your staying detached principle, the ones you learnt from the monks?" He asked, as if opening the floor for a debate."It doesn't. People compromise your feelings but things don't demand anything of you. You would agree with me that it's so much easier to stay detached towards things. A rich man like you can always get new things to suit your whim and fancy. Like that, you would never stay too attached too long to anything at all." I said.I was twisting Buddhist meditation principles around to suit my current situation. I made it more practical. It was easy to achieve enlightenment if you were alone.He chuckled. He then talked about another thing in his life- his company. He started off cheerily about the early days of taking over from his father. Th

• Love Story Of A Prostitute   Confidential !

  I also relieved my pleasant afternoon at the boulevard, by the sea, with my books, with the piano, with music, with that scribbled note. My eyes shone just thinking about my secret admirer."What are the loves of your life?" I asked, feeling bold enough to ask him a question."Clara. She was my ex-girlfriend. I told you about her yesterday. I loved her so much that I could not let go. My whole life crumbled when she left. I was devastated. I resorted to alcohol and drugs to kill the pain. It became an addiction. I lost friends. I lost a whole chunk of my life. People started avoiding me. I was in and out of rehab. It came to a point when I realized that I was all alone." He said.He gestured at me with his hands, as if beckoning me."You see, Lila I travelled a lot those days. Never grown roots to any one place. Always left after the fun or challenge, whichever came first, was over. I was easily exci

• Love Story Of A Prostitute   Fascination with my eyes

  "How else can I respond? Should I look down at your camel carpet when you talk to me?" I said, feeling confused as waves of emotion rose from within me."Definitely not. Torment me more. Your eyes are like a double-edged sword. There is plenty of what I want in them." He answered, his voice barely a whisper to my ears."...but also plenty of what you don't want." I said, softy acknowledging his statement.I thought of my own detachment to the multifaceted aspects of myself. If I could detach the ugly parts of myself away, I would. I could not blame him."Believe it or not, Lila, the parts which torment me are those which draw you to me the most. I don't want them, you're right. I desire more than just want- I need them like I do fresh air. It is a necessity. There is so much about you which intrigues me. I want to understand all of it." He said in a resolute voice."I don't under

• Love Story Of A Prostitute   Dead-pan honest

  "I think that you are a wandering spirit and it shines much more than your features. I am apt to think that you are attractive in that sense. If you meant your appearance, which I think you do, Mr. Boardmann, then I am not sure. It keeps changing every time I see you. Maybe it's the angle of the lighting and how you feel at any one particular time. Your appearance changes with your ups and downs. You seem to me to be a very passionate man but you are not attractive in that physical way." I replied.He looked at me thoughtfully."I have given you my honest answer. I know I have not flattered you, if you were hoping for me to say that you are a wholly attractive man to boost your pride." I said.He let out a deep, rumbling laugh."Oh, Lila. I certainly paid good money for you. I suspect you may have concealed certain things from me, but you are dead-pan honest. I like that a lot." He said.