Holding Hands

“Which is your favourite place in Bombay,” she asked, on a rainy evening as we walked on the Marine Drive.
“My room in the one room kitchen I live in,” I replied.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because the best things that I do happen there,” I explained.
“So lets go there,” she said, holding my hand for the first time.

A funny feeling

Dark clouds.
The red gulmohar in all its glory.
A gust of wind.
Her umbrella blows away.
Getting wet in the rain.
Walking on the marine drive.
Not holding hands.
A funny feeling.
Am I back to where I belong?

My waist size is proof to that…

Abdominal obesity is the worst form of obesity, a doctor friend told me over the weekend.
Morning walks are the only solution, she added.
The alarm rings.
I turn it off.
Laziness can be more addictive than women.
My waist size is proof to that…