Starvation & Lavatory Rendezvous

Save for a couple of cheeseburgers, copious amounts of black coffee and coke floats, and five KFC brownies, I have not eaten any real food like days; that’s 96 hours more or less. In my current weight, I cannot afford to lose any more pounds. Otherwise, the wind could just easily haul me up and blow me all the way to Annapurna.

I’m quite alarmed, honestly. Given the fact that I have a very active lifestyle and my metabolism can be compared to a million-dash marathon sprinter, I don’t have any problem losing weight. At a snap of the finger *finer-snap* just like that.

When No One's Watching

In the thick of it all: the tumult of the crowd, the clinking of the glasses, the livid shadows caused by blinding lights, the loud, pulsating noise, the tear-inducing miasma of cigarette smoke: she was there.

Garbed in her favorite tiny red dress, she surveyed the room. Her eyes now fixed on a guy sitting at the bar.

For a moment, he seemed to smile – just a hint on the lips, really. Then she was beside the guy, speaking in a definite tone despite the deafening noise.

“Jay’s out of town.” She was referring to her boyfriend. “Ah okay.” The guy replied, showing a just a little interest to what she just said. But his eyes were saying otherwise.

She leaned over to mouth something to the guy directly in his ear, his breath tickling her breastbone.