The friend

It is half past midnight. I am standing across JNU gate wating for my taxi to arrive. As I walk and take my place on the road side I see this man who glances at me. Then he stands facing the wall at an angle and pees. I look why is he so wierdly looking at me. I dont give much attention and  continue waiting for my taxi. He finishes his pee and walks towards me. And passes by. and comes back and hovers around. Now I am sure why is he doing this. He smiles. I smile. You study in JNU? I say no. I came to visit my friend and I am leaving for home. At this hour? standing here? this is not even the bustop. Well I am standing for my taxi. ok...but see there is a taxi. No mine isnt here.

What are u upto? I live here. I am working in construction. Ok. so u havent slept? No I havent. U live alone? yes, i live with other workers. I am looking for a friend. Oh friend....why? u dont have friends.   no I dont have...I wish there was a spl friend. My taxi arrives. he gives me his number and says to me to contact him if I am around again and if I need a friend too..

I drive back home. later after three days I am there again. I message him. He refuses to recognise me.
 

The elaborate dinner

Once the lusty Cat cooked elaborate dinner for its date. The date was supposed to be a gym toned high flying professional and lived in Delhi's posh Greater Kailash Two area. So the cat went out to the market , bought all the required utensils: three clay plates, three knives, three spoons, three forks, three dessert bowls, three dessert spoons, a big bowl to contain Pasta, a smaller bowl for some salad, a medium bowl to pour the dessert. Three cups to serve coffee. A coffee kettle. All from a big shop in Basant Lok. Three napkins from Fab India.

Come the dinner evening, its all set. The bed covered in Fab India Linen. The pillows dressed well. It matches the tone of the walls and the season. Its April. The pasta is cooked. the dessert done and into the refrigerator, the salad all cut and fresh. Oh I forgot. There is some Garlic Dip for the Belgian frites too. Everything in Place. the cat has an elaborate bath in its freshly smelling bathroom. He scents himself before the date comes in. He keeps aside the extra set of curtlery. Arranges the rest on the kitchen sill with specific plans for once-he-comes moment.

The phone rings, the cat blushes, lust gathers from its whole body into its eyes. The tongue out. on the otherside, a manly voice says, hello, I have finished with the gym. I will reach your place in ten to fifteen minutes. is it ok if I can have a shower at your place. Yes, no probs, says the lusty cat. imagines the sweat pumped muscular body in his bathroom. Keeps a fresh towel, spl body wash and shampoo from Body shop in the bathroom. As eight long minutes pass by, the cat, now restless, eyes more lustier.....lits candles in the room and waits.

there he comes. the greek god. knocks at the door. The knock is so manly. the cat imagines being swung in his arms....Opens the door. eyes meet. they cannot hope to keep up the rythm of silence with their beating hearts and burining lust.

He showers inside. Outside, the cat is nervous...dying to be in his arms. They have the dinner....OH god...why is he not eating it all....does my food not stand to his taste, the cat sighs.

The food is still on the table, they both kiss....oh ohh ohh...the cat has been just waiting for this.

Its april and delhi is begun to boil. the gym toned professional cant take the heat, of the cat beside and of the weather outside.....lets go to my place he says...the cat jumps into his car and is driven away.

next day morning, I find its door locked. at ten the cat comes tired. eyes unslept. Face with a big blush. Hugs me. we go to his flat. he opens his shirt to have a bath. well I know the cat. its for me to see its loot of the night.....all the bites and marks....

The cat says...ahhh wat a fish that was. yummm!!!