That was a tiring weekend. After around 2 months of mental and physically exhausting efforts, we pulled off Code4Munnar successfully. 4 hours of drive, and I am finally home. To my surprise, my mom welcomed me in the most unexpected way. "So you went to Munnar to spend time with some girls. I could find photographs of you putting your arms around a girl. Have you have any shame?". And those comments added more woes to my already depressed state.
A couple of years ago, I found myself at the worst point of my life. I didn't feel like doing anything, not even eating. I couldn't listen to music. Movies couldn't help me either. I couldn't even enjoy a meal, though I went on stress eating a lot. I just had one wish; to die.
Fine! I'll try my luck. I walked up to her. "Hey, are you waiting for someone? Damn, that was a lame pick-up line. I know I can do it better. I just noticed that she had beautiful amber eyes, just like mine. "Wow! you have beautiful amber eyes. Those are the...". "The rarest and the most beautiful eye colour in the world. My dad says this to me always", she interrupted me. "Whoa! You are awesome! By the way, I am Levi Vaguez. And you are?". She shook her hands with me and said, "Your daughter".
The matrimonial industry, one of the largest businesses in India. Why? We Indians love arranged marriages, which exploits the diversity of religion and caste in India. And is a story of one such "Fixing the marriage (Pennukaanal) function".
Feminist; A title I hated. Why are those so-called feminists going on a male-bashing spree for absolutely no reason? Why aren't they being quiet on the real issues faced by women? And yes, we the society even gave them a name. "Feminichi".
I am not an atheist. I am not an agnostic either. I am someone who is fucked up with the atrocities and stupidities people do in the name of God
A "will-wisher" of mine was seen to be complaining about me using the caption "18+" in a Facebook post made by me, promoting my blog. To the unknown person, who vilified the matter and complained to my relative, sorry, I cannot cure your itch.
Little did I realize that women played a major part in my life, right from the day I was born. This one is an ode to all the woman who played a part in shaping the person who is me.
Shreya has arrived at Ajay's place. She offered to help in cook his dinner. Meanwhile, Ajay began narrating the story of his first love.
Ajay came closer to her. Each step he took forward, Shreya took one behind, closer to the bed. She stopped when her legs touched the bed. She then lifted her top, enough to display the half of her perfect navel. Ajay reached closer, gave her a deep kiss, took off her top and threw it to the ground. He pushed her to the bed. He took off his top.