Last Lust

The two men in the room were vying with each other for the luscious beauty. They approached the centre table at the same time and laid their lusty hands on the beauty, simultaneously exclaiming “You are now mine!”

Ouch! Both lost the last cup of ”Strawberry in Chocolate cream” to a fleet-footed 10-year-old.

Sweet Revenge

Everything seemed exactly as he left had left them in the morning after yet another domestic dispute. Grinning away into the walk-in closet for his travel kit for the overseas business trip, he almost fainted in disbelief.

Shredded currency, passport, his broken watches and clothes lined the floor.

‘Sweet Revenge” she remarked with a smirk!

Fuelled by Fears

She caught him staring and hurriedly swerved out of the Gas Station but couldnt shake him off for  5 miles.
She ignored his incessant knocking on her car window at the Traffic lights. Blocking her way with his bike and with an outstretched arm, he yelled…“Ma’am, here’s the credit card that slipped out of your purse”

The Bid

She gazed at the clock longingly. The countdown started with 10 seconds. 1 second to go…”Network Error” popped up the screen.Multiple abuses and one refresh of the page.

Then that unmistakeable beatific smile!

She had mastered the art of bidding on E-bay. This time her winning bid…“Fossil” Bag for INR 599/- only. (No Delivery Charges)

Parking Lot

She eased her car into the dark desolate Parking lot.  The headline “Woman murdered in Office Parking Lot” came to her mind.

She spotted him…soaking wet, at the building entrance! He reached into his bag. She screamed!

The shivering security guard took out his access card to open the door for her!

The Wait

After 6 long months…

She waited with bated breath. Is it going to be “trash it’, this time too?

With just her toe-nails left and after 30 anxious[all 10 finger]nail chewing seconds later ... An affirming smile.

She pulled off the perfect “Vathakozhambu*” The final stamp of approval came from the family’s expert cook-The MIL.

*Vathakozhambu-A tangy Tamarind based Gravy that takes a right combination and balance of spices for that perfect taste.

Bouquet of Roses

1 month of marital bliss. Then loneliness, struggle and despair.

14 years passed…A knock on the front door.

“Disturbing neighbourhood kids…go away!”

Incessant knocking…She opened the door. Disbelief. Denial. Then tears of joy. She fainted!

A lost war-hero, her husband greeted her with a bouquet of red roses, on his return home on Valentine’s day.