He entered the room with the expert walk of a tiger out on a prowl. With the air of a veteran he cast a roving eye over the crowd. He knew just where and how he would spend the rest of the evening. He had already selected those who would have the honour of his company. And he had selected his corner. A vantage point overlooking the room and an arm’s length from the much needed bar. The bar was his anchor. In this mind-numbingly boring party he knew the only way he was going home at the end of the evening was copious amounts of alcohol. He hated these events. All these socialites attempting to be so cool. Delhi was fun. Delhiites were the devil reincarnate. All those Punjabis ladies with derrieres needing two chairs. Dripping with gold. Dressed in flashy saris. And their wonderful, faithful husbands. Who looked at women as if they were a piece of meat. He couldn’t take it. He admired women. He loved women. All sorts. Well, the nice sorts anyway. And he showed his appreciation all right....
Dear Iffat, I don't know why I bother writing letter/mails/fb messages to you. I can call you. But considering how our families don't let us talk; this is better i guess. you are crack. and stupid. and thick. and slow. and insanely annoying. you are also intelligent and beautiful and incredibly talented but considering you never believe me; i insult you before i praise you. :P i have known you for four years and you are my best friend. everyone knows that. so do you. and i dont say it too often but i'd be lost without you. you understand my need to whine. you set me straight most of the time; even when i am not asking for it. and though that pisses me off; it does help :) i don't need to say anything you don't know so i won't make this mushy. so these are some things we will do/won't do. 1. do another movie marathon! 2. not appear gay. my aunt got scared. she really did. 3. won't tell the whole world we're dating. 4. won't tell the whole...
Cherie as previously mentioned was inordinately calm and collected. She was a beautiful child that left people gaping in her wake. Having no parents or elders except an absentee uncle; she was quickly adopted as the collective ward of the village. Everyone loved her and wished to know her business. Well, her business was their business too wasn’t it? Except, what was her business? What was it that Cherie wished for? What did she like, what did she hate? What was Cherie’s favourite past time? Where was Cherie originally from? No one knew anything about this mysterious child who was god’s own gift to them. Cherie ultimately did not deserve all the suspicion that came her way although wonderfully disguised. Cherie had no deep, dark hidden secret; the revelation of which would cause a calamity. Well, maybe one. Even then; a calamity it would cause not. Surely. This humble writer can swear so on her life. All Cherie could do was dream. Her dreams had one peculiarity though. They ha...
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