I was tired of Delhi.
The never ending stream of people, high-decibel noise, air that one cannot breathe, and the pseudo aggression. It all felt meaningless to me.
I went through a bad breakup with my girlfriend five months ago. My job of writing ad jingles for soap, oil and tomato sauce appeared more tiresome by the day.
I wanted to break free.
I booked a one way flight to Pattaya.
Ajay: "Sir, one way ticket? When do you want to come back from Pattaya?"
My usual travel agent, Ajay, looked at me with confusion on his face.
Me: "Hmm, I don't know yet, Ajay, please just book a one way flight for me", I replied.
The confusion inside my heart was far greater than the confusion on Ajay's face, but I tried my best to hide it.
Soon, the day of the escape was here, and with very minimal luggage, I was at the Indira Gandhi international airport.
The energy of over-excited Indian tourists groups for Thailand trip was apparent at the airport. The push, the pull, the long check in lines, the security checks, loud noises, hustle in the air, it was all a bit too much for me to take. I closed my eyes and went through the motions.
After a travel time of about ten hours, I finally landed.
As I stepped out of Pattaya Airport, the heat hit me immediately, a thick wave of tropical warmth that felt very welcoming.
The place was buzzing with activity--taxis lined up, drivers holding up signs, their voices cutting through the air as they called out to arriving passengers. I made my way towards the luggage carousel, weaving through a large crowd of fellow tourists.
The excitement was palpable, people chattering in different languages, some looking around with wide eyes, others already pulling out their phones to figure out their next move.
The air smelled faintly of the sea, and as I grabbed my bag, I couldn't help but feel that rush--the energy of a new place, a new adventure waiting to unfold. The chaos wasn't as overwhelming as New Delhi, but there was a definite sense that everyone here is eager to get to the journey.
I stepped into the taxi and settled into the backseat, the driver nodding at me with a friendly smile as we pulled away from the airport.
The road was a mix of bustling streets and quieter, palm-lined lanes, and I glanced out of the window as we made our way toward the coast.
The air smelled of fresh sea and something sweet, like the promise of a beach just around the corner. As we got closer to the sea, the buildings started to look a little smaller, the streets a bit quieter, and I felt the shift from the usual tourist hustle to something a little more laid-back.
The resort I was heading to was tucked away on a smaller street, away from the loud crowds, and I could already sense it'll be a peaceful escape.
We made a turn down a narrow road, the air getting a little cooler as we approached the water. The sound of waves crashing gently nearby is soothing.
The resort was cozy, with only a few villas peeking through the greenery. I could see the sea beyond them, a glistening strip of blue stretching out under the fading afternoon sun.
I stepped out of the cab and the calm of the place immediately washed over me. There's a quiet hum of ocean breeze through the trees, the soft lapping of the water against the shore, and a warm glow from the sunset painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.
This is exactly what I needed.
With a quick check-in into my room, I opened a wine bottle and I relaxed!
No more harsh sounds, no more aggression, no smoke and no dust, I can finally breathe free!
I spent the next day or so just lazing around. I ate when I felt like eating, I drank like a thirsty man, and swam lazily around in the pool. I walked around the beautiful Pattaya beach, and took in the magnificent Pattaya sunsets.
On day three, the quaint lady behind the reception asked me if I needed any special service!
Reception Lady: "Sir, you from India..?"
She asked, smiling, in her broken, but quite clear English.
Me: "Yes, from New Delhi actually."
I tried to smile back.
Reception Lady: "You need a girl in your room tonight?"
She was quite frank about her proposition.
Me: "Err.. I don't mind, actually, yes"
That's the whole purpose of coming to Thailand, as most of us Indians might erroneously think.
Reception Lady: "Do you prefer young girls or slightly older?"
She wanted specifics.
Me: "Eh...Let's make it young, but at least 18 please."
I did not want to break any Thai law.
Reception Lady: "Of course, sir. Don't worry, she will be 18."
She chuckled at my inexperience.
I returned to my room, and went back to my wine bottle. I kept looking at the beautiful Pattaya beach outside, and the evening seemed to progress well.
Around eight, someone knocked on my door. I opened to find a very pretty young Thai girl, with fresh flowers in her hair.
I had almost forgotten about my discussion with the receptionist, so I stood confused for a while.
After a minute of utter confusion, she gently pushed my hand away from the door, and came inside the room.
Her soft touch on my hand, somehow relaxed me deeply. I was devoid of any female touch from the last six months. It felt so good to be touched softly.
It was an awkward first minute during which I poured some red wine in a glass, and offered it to her. She sat on the sofa chair kept near the bed, like a pretty asian doll, and kept sipping slowly on her glass.
Me: "Your name..?"
I asked to break the silence. I could hear the waves crashing on the beach outside.
Siriya: "My name is Siriya."
She replied with a smile. Her English seemed remarkably fluent.
She was wearing a pretty flowery long dress, on her sleek tender body. Her fair skin, thin hands and slender legs gave away her young age, which I was told will be at least 18.
Her hair was tied beautifully in a bun, with pretty flowers tucked in them. Her face was innocent, and if I had met her on the beach, I would not think of her as a prostitute.
But there she was. And here I was, soaking in her innocent beauty.
We finished our wine glasses, in silence. I kept staring at her, enjoying her frail beauty.
She allowed me the luxury to stare. With her shy eyes, mostly looking down, she avoided any direct stare at my face, but glanced at me intermittently.
I climbed up the bed, and made some room for her to join me.
She gracefully walked up, and sat beside me. I could smell the faint perfume on her young body. I inhaled as much perfume as I could, as it felt intoxicating.
I touched her palm softly, and asked:
Me: "Can I kiss you.."
She smiled and opened her lips and rested them on my trembling and eager lips.
I closed my eyes, as I enjoyed the touch of her soft, wet lips, and kissed them with the fervor of a hungry man.
She allowed me the luxury of kissing and biting her soft lips, and then opened her lips for me to probe deeper.
I sucked her sexy young lips, with my hands caressing her slim tiny back, and brought her body very close to mine.
She moaned in ecstasy as I bit her lips. I probed deeper, with my hot, wet and angry tongue now deep inside her young willing mouth.
Hungry as I was, I kissed her eagerly. Gently, she guided me. In her own relaxed manner, her soft tongue caressed my tongue, until I got into a meaningful rhythm.
We caressed each other's tongue and tasted each other's saliva for a long time. Until we ran out of breath.
Me: "Siriya, you are so pretty.."
I exclaimed, overwhelmed by her beauty, young age and her calming influence on me.
She smiled gently, and proceeded to remove my shirt. I closed my eyes gently and allowed her to undress me.
Very soon, I was lying naked on the bed, and was enjoying her soft hands roaming on my tired frame.
I moaned both in pleasure and in agony of a broken man, as she gently caressed my face, my neck, and my chest.
She seemed to get me. My tiredness, my heartache, my lust, my hunger, she seemed to know it all.
