All kinda hunger.......

HE:   Watcha doin?
SHE: Blogging...
HE:   I'm hungry.
SHE: I know.
HE:   I'm serious. I want, I do.
SHE: I get it, you are hungry.
HE:   All kinda hungry.
SHE. I know. 7 hours without food is a long time for u.
HE:   It has been 7 days. In some countries its considered a very very long time...
SHE: Where shall we go?
HE:   Room.
SHE: Rome? That's pretty far. Feel like pizza-ing today huh?
HE:   No, room. Feel like dancing.
SHE: Come to think of it, I feel like it too, like hot hot pizza with mozzarella cheese right about now
HE:   I feel the same, minus the "pizza with mozzarella part".
SHE: They have a new thing, pepperoni with cheese stuffed crust.
HE:   Geez woman!!
SHE: Yeah, cheese!
HE:   Fine, lets go.
SHE: Want me to drive?
HE:   I wanted you to "ride"...... sigh.... Its ok, I'll drive.
SHE: (smiling) I'm so glad you know, that we always seem to want the same thing at the same time.
HE:   Yeah, yeah. Lucky me...

Cufflinks.....

It was the hours of twilight. She walks into the small dim lit tavern, eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness, searching for him and assessing the crowd. 3 couples, 1 single and him. She walks to his table, the look in her eyes and the sway of her hip suggestive, provocative. She agreed to this seventh date hoping they would move to the next base. Lucky number seven?
He looks like a polished primitive tucked in Brooks Brothers, the reflection of the candlelight giving his eyes an eerie gleam. The occasional tease of his expensive scent, almost intoxicating. She can't take her eyes off his hands. Strong fingers fiddle with the stem of the glass and his knowing smile faints away to something else...  A look, a feeling, that is as old as time.
She gets up and walks to the far end of the room, into a darkened corridor. If he doesnt come.....


Her back against the wall, his shadow looms over her, his expression unreadable in the dark. He appears alot more taller, broader this near. She didn't think fear would surge along with everything else that she was feeling. His lips hovers above hers, not really touching. The tip of his fingers graze the length of her arm, the curve of her neck, almost like a whisper. His hot breath on her face was heating the blood running in her veins. She was sure this heat would leave her scalded. The lace that she was wearing beneath is drenched in perspiration.
Her heart was thumping in her chest so hard, she knew it was racing against time, time that she did not have.
She placed her hands on his forearms that held her captive against the wall, the hair tickles the raw nerve ends of her sweaty palms. She still waits for the union of their lips, the anticipation, the scent, the stuff in the air leaving her breathless. He brushed his lips across hers. She could feel him smiling.
As swiftly as he came, he disappeared back into the shadows.


Her face flushed, hunger unfed, thirst un-quenched, an insatiable desire for a man she can't seem to have.... her body screamed, it was monstrously unjust.
She walked back into the room, returning to her tormentor and stopped dead on her tracks.
He sat there, exactly as she had left him, nursing his glass of wine, fingers fiddling with it's stem, his cufflinks winking at her. Cufflinks? She could still feel the heat on her palms.
She looked at the single stranger on the next table, staring at her over his drink, a crooked smile on his lips, short-sleeved-checked-shirt..... and familiar forearms.

"wef ishfer inti?"

It was a long day, a bad long day. Started off with power failure till 12 pm, followed by the horrible bangalore traffic which made us late for a movie that made me wanna run out screaming. We did the rounds in the mall, searching for a place to sit our asses and rest our feet. Nowhere to go, we ended up in the food court, which was quickly filling up with hungry bears like ourselves.


As we were stuffing our faces with our subs, I noticed a couple right next to us. The holding hands, tiny pecks on the cheeks, sharing a drink and the constant back massage that the guy was giving her was making my Teriyaki chicken make its way up my oesophagus.... Too much of mushy-ness has always giving me nausea. My weak stomach can only take sooooo much of PDA. Some people forget that "rooms" were bulit for a reason.


I was trying to hold down my food when we heard a high pitched, "pleeeeaaassee bbbbaaayyyyybbbbeeeee.... ". I nearly choked on my food but managed a silent prayer..."god, this is good, expensive, tasty food.... don't let me throw it all up,".


Well, alrite, alrite... I am exaggerating here. I wasn't gonna puke. But I was so very uncomfortable none the less. "crazy couple," I muttered. "Just eat, dont look," he said, totally unperturbed.


So, as our Don Juan got up to get Princess her whatever that she pleeeeeeeded for, we had a clear view of her posterior. A posterior that would have looked rather sexy, had she manage to stuff it fully in her jeans. Her jeans were so low, that her gluteal cleft and half of each of her two full sphere was out.... That makes 2 hemisphere, doesnt it??


My boyfriend on the other hand had a glimpse of the display and said "wef ishfer inti?" with his mouth full. "What language is that? Hindi, bengali, kannada?" My mind working fast trying to correlate his french to my neighbour's bum. He took his time, swallowed his bite and said in a whisper, "where is her panties?!".
I was stunned.... "what!". "Where is her PANTIES?", my boyfriend whispered a lil louder.
"Where ARE her panties... and to answer u, maybe she doesn't own any," I answered.


He smiled at me, "You have a nangga pungga neighbour but you are busy correcting my grammar han? hmmmm she must be feeling cold.... hehehehe".
My dam of mirth broken, I couldn't stop laughing. The bad day forgotten, sharing a joke at someone else's expense, smirking under our hands. Thank you bare posterior for making our day. And to the rest of you low cut jeans goin commando..... Thank you. U are making someone else laugh out there ;-) HEHEHEHEHEHE............