" The things that you need to do for your woman ! " maybe a hackneyed phrase used by the self proclaimed 'not so lucky' committed souls but then you usually don't get to judge them without understanding what they have gone or rather going through. Probably i made the same mistake back then when i used to laugh at all those things which my friends used to do for their girls. I have been warned by them that God will get back at me, fair and square but i never took them seriously. So here i was standing in an over crowded bus with a Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone book in one hand which my girlfriend's 13 year old sister wanted to read as my other hand desperately tried to hold on to something. As the bus screeched to a halt i almost found myself lunging on a middle aged woman. As i desperately tried to control my balance my other hand luckily caught hold of an uncle Slowly i managed to stand back and regained my composure. The aunty gave me a look as if i was a pervert trying my ways to get into her way. As i imagined newspaper front pages with my face on it and with headlines like " Molester caught on a bus " my weak heart cried out. I looked at the aunty who again gave me that sinister look of "you pervert" made me shrink. As i decided to go a few seats back the bus conductor called out loud the name of the next stop and luckily i had to get down.
After getting down from the bus as i started walking towards her home i felt a vibration in my pocket. There were 2 whatsapp messages from my girl. First one was " Get a condom." And the second one was "Baby, parents have left. Where are you ?". And suddenly everything felt so good. There was a rhythm in my stride as i walked into a medicine shop and asked for a packet of condom. One of the guys shouted to another, "Chatri de. 1 packet." I wondered what condom had to do with umbrellas as i again emphasized that i wanted condom only. The shopkeeper paid no heed to what i said and placed one on the counter. I carefully tucked the packet in my pocket and left the shop.
As she opened the door i felt my heart literally jumping out as my hormones made the most of it. She smiled at me. I returned a sheepish smile and asked for a glass of water. After gulping it down she guided me to her sister's room as her room was in a mess. The wall beside her sister's bed had this huge poster of Chris Evert (apparently her sister played tennis) and it really felt weird as the woman in specs looked upon at us like a primary school teacher. But then who cared. As i brought out the packet of condoms from my pocket i saw the brand. Skore condoms it said. Surely there was a lot to be won.
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