27th October 2013
A bachelor's den. Taps running dry.
Impetuous arrival at the ceremony.
A bachelor's den. Taps running dry.
Impetuous arrival at the ceremony.
Bashful attempts to hide the creepy footwear.
28th October 2013
And the night descended.
Youth shone in all its (vain)glory.
Narcissism in all its hues.
A wedding procession soaked in mirth and wine.
Amused like a six year old, He saw it wide-eyed. And attempted to snatch the merriment as much as He could, however unwonted.
Trying to mingle with the dominant flavour.
Supressing and deliberately ignoring his own.
Maybe this was how it could be gotten, joy.
Donning new ethos, he beamed and jigged. Unimaginable. Liberating in a way nonetheless.
Dichotomy-- an old companion. How could it remain far behind. Two hundred meters away someone had ceased to be. A road-accident someone informed. There He was in the chasm between life in all its glory, and death in all its pervasiveness. It was easily brushed aside. The illusory and elusive mirth had to be insulated from reality after all. How precious it was.
One bed.
Four contenders.
Night-long nudging and pushing.
Errotic snores.
29th October 2013
Blobs of butter melting on hot paranthas, munchable sandwiches.
A hub of capitalism.
A world of fantasy.
The luster of the wares gleamed in their eyes as lust.
On ice glided the charmer, from this end to that. That smoothness incredible.
On the frozen ice He could feel his heart melt.
"You were much better towards the end," were the parting words, punctuated by a smile. And an endearing accent.
Upon returning home, He smiled as he nursed a bruised knee and fanciful mind. :)
28th October 2013
And the night descended.
Youth shone in all its (vain)glory.
Narcissism in all its hues.
A wedding procession soaked in mirth and wine.
Amused like a six year old, He saw it wide-eyed. And attempted to snatch the merriment as much as He could, however unwonted.
Trying to mingle with the dominant flavour.
Supressing and deliberately ignoring his own.
Maybe this was how it could be gotten, joy.
Donning new ethos, he beamed and jigged. Unimaginable. Liberating in a way nonetheless.
Dichotomy-- an old companion. How could it remain far behind. Two hundred meters away someone had ceased to be. A road-accident someone informed. There He was in the chasm between life in all its glory, and death in all its pervasiveness. It was easily brushed aside. The illusory and elusive mirth had to be insulated from reality after all. How precious it was.
One bed.
Four contenders.
Night-long nudging and pushing.
Errotic snores.
29th October 2013
Blobs of butter melting on hot paranthas, munchable sandwiches.
A hub of capitalism.
A world of fantasy.
The luster of the wares gleamed in their eyes as lust.
On ice glided the charmer, from this end to that. That smoothness incredible.
On the frozen ice He could feel his heart melt.
"You were much better towards the end," were the parting words, punctuated by a smile. And an endearing accent.
Upon returning home, He smiled as he nursed a bruised knee and fanciful mind. :)
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