“I am coming in a minute.” He went to pick call, leaving her with a pint of beer.

A few minutes later, he couldn’t find her at the table. He looked around, and found her in smoking room.

She was lighting her cigarette, when he entered. It was dull and dark room. Pint in his hand, cigarette on her lips, he grabbed her from waist. He didn’t say a word, but she heard him. His eyes talked everything. Cupped her face in his hands, her breath kissed his breath. One, two and few pack of kisses, they aligned in one breathe.



वो मोड़ याद होगा तुम्हें,
वही जहाँ रात भर
नींद यूँही बैठी रहती थी
और तुम और मैं
बस अर्सा बाते
करते रहते थे।

हाँ वही,
आज उसी अँधेरे से
मेरा रास्ता मुड़ रहा हैं।


Baby, it’s cold outside

“I really can’t stay (but baby, it’s cold outside),
I’ve got to go away (but baby, it’s cold outside)…”

To this song, she was taping a foot, while walking to her house. He was waiting on his bike, like any other day. He took a minute, and then blocked her way. He hugged her. She tried escaping him. He groped her, pulled her towards darker side of the road.

“The neighbors might think (baby, it’s bad out there)
Say what’s in this drink? (no cabs to be had out there)…”

Singer of the song warned her, but she didn’t know old Christmas song had a new meaning for rapists.

Listen to above mentioned song here.