Oh, hi there! Now, now, don’t act as if you don’t know me. I know I’m on your mind twenty-four seven—your friend from the east. What do you mean you’re not into oriental guys? I won’t leave you this easy, you’ll find me everywhere you go. In the mall, in the parking lot, my presence like a shadow, stalking you. No, no, no, don’t hide your face like that. Are you feeling shy? Oh c’mon, we’ve known each other for a while now, we can hold hands at least? Ah, such disgust! What did I even do? Okay, let’s settle this once and for all. Take me to your folks, I know they’d approve of me. Hey, where you going, listen…babe…. Here I’m attaching a picture, you can at least show them my picture!

A change

She walks out of the changing room, adjusting her skirt, conscious of the stretch marks on her thighs. Unsure about going out in such a dress, she turns around to retreat into the changing room, back into her own self only to be stopped by a hand which pulls her in its direction.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He looks at her, his hands resting on her shoulders. “I wouldn’t say you look beautiful in this dress as it would mean you don’t otherwise, but let me tell you this… I think I have fallen in love again.”

And in his gleaming eyes she sees her
reflection, way clearer than what the well lit changing room mirror had to offer. Did she really look that beautiful or was it the eyes? she wonders.

A New Job

The urge to take pictures has never been in me. You are more likely to find my pictures in other people’s albums. Maybe it’s because I tend to live in the moment, to experience things as they are meant to be experienced. But this new job is killing me, asking me to alter my mode of being—by clicking countless pictures that is. It’s for the client’s sake, really. Firstly, it is to avoid damaged deliveries, and secondly, it helps build trust. A philanthropic business, you ask? No, no, no. I mean philanthropy can’t really be a business, can it? But yeah, a hint of altruism maybe—there’s hospitality involved, you see. Oh, hey, wait! Another assignment, that means more pictures! Come with me, I’ll show you what we do. Here, take this camera…oh, come on take it! It isn’t all that hard…focus on that girl…yes, the one with the cloth stuffed in her mouth. What’s wrong? Why are your hands shaking? C’mon man, be quick, her mother’s been dying to see her.