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"Something that has always puzzled me all my life is why, when I am in special need of help, the good deed is usually done by somebody on whom I have no claim" ~William Feather

Thursday, August 23, 2007

What if...

he had accepted that job in the emirates all those years ago.

he hadn't quit his first job when he did.

he hadn't gone looking for a job in the emirates and wasted his parent's hard earned money.

he had gone against his parents and stuck with the girl he was friends with since school.

he had chosen to pursue the sport he was good at instead of wanting to be a priest.

he had opted to continue his priestly studies.

he had pursued a masters in communication like he always wanted to instead of doing an MBA.

he had not moved out of Hyderabad when he did.

he had not moved out of Mumbai when he did.

he had reciprocated the sentiments of the woman from the big apple.

he had met the woman who sat up straight in the passenger seat of a car coming from the opposite direction to get a better look at him under diffferent circumstances.

he had not passed out cold during a socialite party in front of 200 people.

he had moved out of his parent's home when he could have.

he had died when he so wanted to.

he had lived life differently.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Size does matter

Being quite new to the world of copulation, he didn't know what to expect. There was excitement. There was apprehension. There was confusion. Does he behave like the beast he was feeling lying next to her, or live upto the gentleman image he had created in her mind, and undo those buttons on her shirt one at a time, exercising iron will?!!!

She wasn't all that subtle with him. In the twinkling of any eye, he found his shirt on the floor, belt seperated from his trousers, trousers themselves on the floor. Iron will remained. Eventually with assistance from her, she reached the same level of undress that he was in.

The deed got done. He was still on top of her. Still in a daze, looking down at her, unsure whether to roll away, or remain where he was, weight of his body on his knees and arms. When she suddenly giggled. Then laughed. And finally guffawed.

He was in shock. Rolled away, and sat up legs crossed beside her, waiting for her to finish with her uncontrollable laughter. He wasn't sure what to think. He believed he had failed. He didn't know if women laughed uncontrollably immediately after the act.

She stopped laughing. Looked at him and with a straight face told him, "My tampon is still inside....!!!!"