Victor Hugo once said “Life is the flower for which LOVE is the Honey.” Surprisingly I remember this sentence as a mellifluous voice rolls into my ears and I felt to look toward the corner from where the voice travelled. Till now she had reached by me. A calmly girl, slim, in skimpy clothes with a body of flattering skin and luscious lips invited my attention. She gently asked: “Can we sit in the corner for a love bite. It is just for five hundred only.”

No wonder I was in a beer bar which was getting crowded with greedy lovers and vendor of love. Looking into her eyes I pretended – “not now” but she held my hands into hers and smiled. It was a soft, delicate and at the same time powerful, strong and full of lust.

A friend suddenly dragged my attention and I left her there and walked near the bar where I ordered for a beer bottle and soon slipped into the dance floor. Songs, Lights and beers – a combination that energized my nerve and my body start to dance.

I can say that the idea of someone nearer was distracting me. Time and again I was looking at the girl and the other delicate vendors. Surely, all were not like her but equally intoxicating.

Life has its own music and its own dance and everyone is intoxicated within it. We as a writer often try to watch at this slice of the life and when it comes about wine and the women for the evening we have some bigger name. In fact every big writer has something or the other about them to say and in every decade and century books and novels were written.

Writers have their own intoxications of wine and woman and if I talk about myself I love to read the short stories of guy de Maupassant who has a fondness for writing about prostitutes. His story has a brilliant depiction of places and people and their psychology.

Women as a vendor of love who has a mark of coquettish smile that hide a sea within where men fall in love and in his short story – “The doubtful happiness” where the protagonist says: “she can’t love without deceiving.”

Ah! Who on such night in a bar like to find a loyal vendor? Here women are bees who can fly from flowers to flowers and men…

Men are always flower always ready to find new honey. Summer Set Maugham in his novel “Of Human Bondage” with his protagonist Philip who fell in love with a stewardess whom he met in a restaurant and gradually met his arid fortune.

Passionate energy that can make you creative or it can leads you fatal ends. Thomas Hardy in his Novel “Jude The Obscure” where Jude says: “Neither he belongs to human nor belongs to ghost.” Love is very mysterious and its bites are often unmatched.

I looked for my bottle. I felt I really needed one. Agreed, it is really very unromantic to remember the arid stories of someone at such a passionate night.

I found my friend who is married to a working girl – found one girl enticing, inviting and promising and he wanted to take her in a corner. I think our working life has grown so deep into our relationship that there is competition between sexes and bar and lounge has a place to relax otherwise in our matrimony there is hardly a room for love.

These girls can see men who can afford her services and offers her drinks. Drinks are bitter in taste but the taste of their wine is sweeter and more intoxicating and brings their lovers in a better intonation of joy and the dance goes beyond control, longer and more sensuous. It is more a heavy petting than just a dance.

Indeed I have seen such dance in the movie Dirty Dancer. Body skimming the body and heart is touching the heart. The sexual thrust is increasing and love potion needing more thrill.

Centaury passed but the place and objects of love are with no difference. If we go back in time of Maupassant (1849 – 1893) Prostitution was not seen as degradingfact rather a power women using against her desire to have what they wanted. In his novella and short story one can read women make a living by selling her body, men are just another paying customer, and there is no romantic involvement or emotional attachment. Men are using women for sex; they are in turn using them for money.

I smiled. I foot the bill and walked away from there thinking: “When a man is poor he begs and a woman sells.”