you bastard motherfuckr
you cunt faced bitch
you bhenchod haramzaday
you randi kanjri chootia
fuck you fuck the party i'm not going, you fucking asshole
you fucking bitch you think i'd go with you anywhere!?
two very pissed off people sitting in two different rooms, one awake with rage and fatigue for most of the night, and ill with lack of sleep the next day
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what the hell are you wearing? i'm not going with you anywhere dressed like that!!
what are you fucking talking about!! i'm wearing SHALWAR KAMEEZ to a WORK DINNER you fucking moron. stop making excuses and get the fuck dressed we're late.
fuck you i'm not going.
FUCK YOU!
she goes alone fuming
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she's lying flat on the bed in her shaadi clothes staring at the ceiling.
a cousin walks in: ' z is asking why you're taking so long?'
she says: 'tell z to go to hell'
cousin gapes, mother in law gapes, mother freaks internally but calm outward. warning eyes falling unheedful on stubborn rebellious daughter
daughter goes with friends to wedding, selfish bastard stays at home
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10:30 am: ring ring
my heart. my love. you need to be ready by 9:30 today do NOT be late pumpkin
fine
12:30 pm: teet teet
just a reminder. 9:00 today. love!
ok
3:28 pm : ring ring
what!
what time will you be getting home my baby we'll need to be on time
you call me one more time i'm slashing your tyres tonight
6:00pm
you really need to leave my love? its cutting it close
(you *&@"!?,#$) its important baby just 10 minutes
745 pm
you're late! i told you you'll get stuck in traffic! how vould u hurry hurry hurry!
830 pm
they leave, her hair unstraight ironed and social anxiety ignored
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1045 pm another day
she's trying on her 8th outfit
stressed
annoyed
is it the pink or the white you annoying man
pink baby
the glass of disgusting scotch in his hand clinks a bit as he appraises the view
she makes an annoyed tsk decides to wear the white and slaps on some make up. aware they had to be there by 1030 pm.
she's just finished her eyes and is holding her lipstick when he come behind her to use the bathroom
she opens her mouth to make a guilty sniping comment before he starts the usual lecturing, when lips meet warm mouth
words muffle into her throat
they back into the cupboard lipstick falls to the floor and hands come up and enmesh into his collar
her consciousness reduces to one puddle of need
'whenever u're ready let me know i'll be in the living room'
And then 4 days later, he says he wants a divorce.
7 comments:
i am happy you are around again :)
though i liked the more cryptic of your pieces. No matter how horrible the facts were, i had the satisfaction of guessing right at least...
Stick around for a while this time
P.S
Do you feel like coming to a stranger's wedding if invited ?:P
jala hai jism jahaan dil bhee jal gaya ho ga, kuredte ho jo ab raakh justuju kiya hai?
Where have you been soldier?
drop a line or two again...
There are people who take immeasurable delght in your pieces, vis a vis their own delusions of care and somehow diminishing compassion ( The best kind, for strangers with absolutely no REAL consequence).
Do write again, for the sake of at least one of those people...
That is to say, I miss the feeling when a new post comes up here.
rahi na takte guftar aur agar ho bhi
tu kis umeed par khayae key arzoo kiya hai
good to see you writing again. interesting post.
aray aray aray!
wtf man!
Why is everyone wanting a divorce right when i have to tie the knot. Like I already dont have a million and one insecurities...
Just got here and heart-ing it :)
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