My Story Page 71: Money

“Money must have been invented to keep an account of the private property that one owned, in a quantitative way; so that one could better be sure of how much her/his worth is.” – she mischievously took my wallet out of my pocket and started counting the notes.

“My worth!” – I laughed aloud, joined by her.

“In fact, our God…now!” – she was looking at the notes with a sense of disgust on her lips. I found them beautiful and felt like kissing them. I told her so.

“I won’t say no if you decide to do so, but should we? Are we going to fall in the trap of sex, like our ancestors fell in the trap of money?” – she kept my wallet back into my pocket.

I kept looking at her.

“Isn’t it that we are here for some other purpose more important than that? Won’t it sway us with it away from our subtlety of which we are at the peak right now?” – she was looking at me with a great interest.

“You mean, sensitivity?” – I clarified.

“Exactly! I never found my body as sensitive as I am feeling it to be right now. It’s very subtle, it’s very vulnerable, it’s very deep inside the skin.” – she was really enjoying her own body sensations.

“Shall we take it deeper than that?” – an idea struck my mind.

“How? What?” – she was curious.

“Let’s play a game. Let’s come closer to each other’s bodies with different parts together exciting our sexuality to the heights of it, just taking care that the two don’t touch even if they are a millimeter apart only. How close can you come to me and still keep your composure intact?” – I was feeling I was suggesting an impossible thing to do.

“It’s a tremendous idea!” – and she leaned upon me, her body having just the closest shave with mine, which by now had followed her suit.

I was awed.

“Tell me if this sensitivity is a greater joy or is money a bigger one.” – she was fully composed in her tone.

“What if I hug you right now…?” – I was more curious than anxious.

“Somehow I feel this subtle sensitivity that I am perceiving for the first time in my life, will die away. Pleasure may replace it. The sexual pleasure! But has it ever given you as much as we are getting right now? Tell me honestly.” – her eyes were just touching mine at their lashes and her lips… just to break into mine!

“I’m able to see into your eyes as clear as a crystal from such a short distance as almost not!” – I was nearly screaming with joy.

“That’s what sensitivity is, I suppose.” – it was sounding like she was speaking through her eyes.

“And pleasure?” – I again went curious.

“That brings us back to the level of skin again, I suppose. No, I don’t suppose…I am feeling it…not even feeling, I’ve rather come to know of it.” – there was a tone of insight into her voice – “It turns us greedy like what money does to us.” – she pointed toward my pants out of which was my wallet peeping out!

“So pleasure doesn’t give us joy, you mean to say…” – I had started appreciating her mental prowess by now.

“Exactly, that’s what I’ve just come to realize…it is sensitivity only that does so.” – her eyes were glowing with joy.

“And pleasure kills it….” I was trying to join the pieces.

“No, falling into the trap of pleasure, i.e., greed does so. If pleasure is there without greed, there is no problem; but it’s like keeping yourself dry in the midst of deep water!” – she started laughing.

“Or like keeping yourself unattached though surrounded by the piles of money!” – I extended her simile.

“Money spoils our sensitivity…” – she started commenting when I couldn’t hold myself from taking over.

“Yes, money does turn us insensitive!”