A NEW THIRST (200 words)
By Neel Anil Panicker
Rajan feasted himself on the images of semi-naked models who waltzed in and out of his tablet.
A slow rattling sound broke his reverie.
He looked up to see his wife make slow painful steps, one man-sized leg after another, wriggling her grotesquely disproportionate backside out of the room.
‘Bitch, she looks like a heavily pregnant African elephant’.
Watching her was a pain in the ass.
He rudely slammed the tablet shut and slipped under the sheets.
His mind’s eye swept into flashback mode.
It was the height of the summer season.
There he was, a young strapping man, ambling the streets.
The harsh mid-May sun glared from above.
His throats parched; his head began to spin.
And then he spotted her__demure eyes, head bent, long neck craning out into the horizon.
To his parched mind and soul, she proved the oasis; a colourful hour glass pitcher__bedecked, beguiling, bewitching.
He walked up to her.
His fingers caressed her soothingly curvaceous frame.
He, then, gently lifting her long giraffe like neck, ravenously pressed his lips into her inviting mouth, drinking deep into her well of nectar.
Rajan broke into a sweat.
It was time to get himself a brand new pitcher.
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