he used to visit the whore-house every other week. not because of his uncontrollable sexual desires that are satisfied by cheap prostitutes, but only to be with the women he was madly in love with. any other day, he is a working mule with his childhood dreams buried deep down his pile of regrets. his schedules were overbrimming with tasks of pleasing the people he does not like, greasing the palms of officers with the history of brutal cases of moral degradation and licking the assholes of real assholes, like the literal ones who could as well be in the pictorial description of the word. he was married to a girl his parents found for him, and had the two most beautiful kids whom, deep down, he did not love.
do not be judgmental. dads often do not love their children, just as often as children put them in retirement homes. its an uneven, chaotic world, very different than the happy ending bollywood movies we grew up watching and believing in.
for a couple of times, to release the stress, he walked to the taboo-ed place with hushed paces. but the third time he was there behind the curtains, and was waiting for them to open and let the over-expensive game begin, walked in a girl so explicitly beautiful, so unimaginably charming, that the blood rushed back to his heart. he did not do what he paid for, for what happened, then and there, was something he could not put a price on, let alone renting it for one night.
what began from there is a love story that would never make it to the same shelves where romeo-juliet are adored, but is equally, if not more, ironical. its always you find the most precious where you never think of looking. and when you find it, when you stop looking, that is when you really start understanding why this whole system of human codes, despite their stakes of tremendous fallibility, sustain. for him, that was it. but with it also came the code, the society, that could not let him desert those whom he would never love, to be with someone he does. its the same conduct that has established love to be rare, yet is pierced with utter ferocity of the needles of the same vicious code, when it bubbles up in the naive, alive hearts. but those who want to be together, shall be together. and all those who defile them shall perish. its very strange sometimes to see how the "coincidences" have their own swag of unraveling.
he kissed his wife on the cheek, stroked the kids' hairs and departed for a week-long business trip with a small suitcase. this is something annual that he had been doing for three years, when the pressure of living under others' thumbs go well above the explosion limit and he feels a dire need to feel alive rather than just live. instead of the airport, he took a wretched road to the whore-house. but he bought the ticket just to be on the safer side.
the plane went missing the next day. all the passengers were presumed dead. so was he. but on the contrary, he took the liberty of taking birth, once again.
do not be judgmental. dads often do not love their children, just as often as children put them in retirement homes. its an uneven, chaotic world, very different than the happy ending bollywood movies we grew up watching and believing in.
for a couple of times, to release the stress, he walked to the taboo-ed place with hushed paces. but the third time he was there behind the curtains, and was waiting for them to open and let the over-expensive game begin, walked in a girl so explicitly beautiful, so unimaginably charming, that the blood rushed back to his heart. he did not do what he paid for, for what happened, then and there, was something he could not put a price on, let alone renting it for one night.
what began from there is a love story that would never make it to the same shelves where romeo-juliet are adored, but is equally, if not more, ironical. its always you find the most precious where you never think of looking. and when you find it, when you stop looking, that is when you really start understanding why this whole system of human codes, despite their stakes of tremendous fallibility, sustain. for him, that was it. but with it also came the code, the society, that could not let him desert those whom he would never love, to be with someone he does. its the same conduct that has established love to be rare, yet is pierced with utter ferocity of the needles of the same vicious code, when it bubbles up in the naive, alive hearts. but those who want to be together, shall be together. and all those who defile them shall perish. its very strange sometimes to see how the "coincidences" have their own swag of unraveling.
he kissed his wife on the cheek, stroked the kids' hairs and departed for a week-long business trip with a small suitcase. this is something annual that he had been doing for three years, when the pressure of living under others' thumbs go well above the explosion limit and he feels a dire need to feel alive rather than just live. instead of the airport, he took a wretched road to the whore-house. but he bought the ticket just to be on the safer side.
the plane went missing the next day. all the passengers were presumed dead. so was he. but on the contrary, he took the liberty of taking birth, once again.
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