Thursday, April 3, 2014

The Dirty Picture!

He was in a bad mood as he had overslept and most probably missed his morning ritual. As he stood in his first floor balcony with an electric toothbrush hanging from his mouth, he cursed the alarm clock under his breath. The morning breeze made the hair on his bare chest, his paunch and arms stand up. He retied the barely-there towel around his nether region and proceeded to run his hand through his balding, greying bed-head hair. 

He was just about to walk back inside when he heard it - the sound of heavy breathing accompanied by the rhythmic foot-falls. He leaned across the railing and looked to his right and sure enough he saw her tall and slender body emerging from the corner. Her silky black hair tied neatly in a high ponytail, earphones plugged in, and staring resolutely ahead, she was on the last lap of her morning jog. He thanked God, he didn't miss it. 

As she passed below her balcony, he leaned in a little closer to get a generous look at her ample cleavage visible beneath her sweaty tank top. He marvelled at the sway of her hips, her tiny waist, and wondered how it would feel to run his hand along her strong sinewy porcelain legs. He heard a movement behind her and straightened up. 

He turned back to see his wife standing with a tray. He cleared his throat nervously and started brushing his teeth, "tut tut! Look at that girl... look what she is wearing. If my daughter or sister ever wore something like that I would never let them leave the house. What is happening to this generation. No shame," he murmured walking inside.

"Tea," his wife said handing him the cup.

"Where are ma-bauji? And is pinky awake? She would be late for her school otherwise."

"They are all inside."

He took the cup and walked past her and glanced at his wife with disdain. She was wearing a shapeless nighty to hide her post-pregnancy belly that she hadn't managed to shed even after 10 years. 

"Where is your dupatta?!" He hissed under his breath, "Go and wear it before coming out of the room. How many times do I have to tell you." His wife rushed inside and he followed her shaking his head in disapproval.


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