Seeing you with him makes me say, ‘Cupid, indeed, has a good sense of humour.’
Seeing you with her makes me say, ‘Destiny is a special kind of retard and it is established by a match like yours.’
He has a girlfriend by the name Blue and a best friend by the name Cold. One day he comes back from his office and finds Blue and Cold making out. All three are stunned. He goes forward and embraces both of them and walks out of the room, leaving Blue and Cold all the more confused. He is thankful to them for erasing his guilty conscience. Because all these while, he was cheating behind Blue’s back with Cold’s wife.
1940: A young bride of 18 was brought to a mansion. She was neither allowed to crack jokes over the dinner table nor talk about politics nor be witty. She was restricted from touching the hunting gun of her elderly husband. Anyway, it seems the mansion was haunted.
1960: After their very long goodbye, they met in a shop. She came to order her daughter’s wedding cake. She was not the right person to ask him why he was still single. She bade goodbye, walked out like a dignified stranger. He smiled; neither did she invite him to her daughter’s wedding nor did she invite him to her wedding thirty years ago, because of the same reason only known to her.
First of all, you never called me, though you said you’ll, but I still love you.
You burned my books, spoiled my shoes, damaged my head, broke my heart, but I still love you.
Behind my back you slept with Suzy, kissed Cozy, flirted with Molly, dated Dolly, but I still love you.
She bought a bouquet of blue orchids to surprise her lover. Blue is a cold colour and orchids are best in wild. That day, she caught her best friend making out with her lover on her favourite sofa. She looked at both of them and requested, ‘Please, carry on.’ She gently walked outside, lighted up a cigarette and smiled at the blue orchids, for she knew ever since her mom left her dad that- some men are stupid, some women are curvaceous and libido is a powerful fluid, but above all, some people are not worth her anger and tears.
2000: It so happened that the man who spent hours writing about woman’s issues, from marital rape to female infanticide to ‘love your image’ campaign to equal wages for equal work, was the biggest chauvinist of all time, the most loyal follower of patriarchy as well. He found great admiration, had a strong base of fans, some people even started branding him as the dash between ‘Simone de Beauvoir and Gloria Steinem.’ He fell for a woman who did not give a damn about him, why? Because that’s the way she was. When she dared not to acknowledge his feelings, he being the reviewer of the journal threw her paper into the trashcan like rotten eggs. She was the best, but she knew not what was worst as the world has always been a performing ground for double-faced actors and of course, actresses.
2010: The morning after their first night, she makes breakfast for him; she is neither his wife nor a hooker. But she is no fool, she is not the modern version of the 1940s housewife, trust me, she won’t take shit from anyone. She knows inside the bathroom he is texting Linda, calling Brinda, checking hot shots of Trida while thinking of Frida. Once out from the bathroom, she hands him the coffee mug, he drinks it even without knowing that she has pissed on it. He finds the taste a bit strange, but like the ‘world dumbest bull’ smiles with the self-perceived contentment that she is such a naïve woman worth fooling.
you always astound me with your writings
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