17-02-2019, 12:39 PM
"Don't do it, Trupti! I am warning you! I will call the cops!"
She cocks her head, smiles and lights the joint. There is a loud sound of a wheeze as she inhales and then starts coughing really hard.
"Wow!" she says between fits of coughing "it burns the throat!"
I am just staring at her, shocked at what is happening. Drugs being smoked, right under my roof! If my dad were alive, he would give me a lecture about falling in bad company. And Trupti was the worst company I had ever been in.
She takes another drag, which leads to another fit of coughing. I can smell the acrid scent of the smoke as it fills the room.
"Try it." Trupti offers me the joint.
"No thanks." I shake my head resolutely.
"Come on! Just one hit!"
"NO!" I say angrily. "And I would really appreciate it if you got the fuck out of my apartment!"
Trupti snorts derisively and takes another drag. The smoke is swirling all around me. Some of it goes in my nose. I am thinking about calling the security officer. But I feel a little disoriented.
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"...so you see, if Sita was really faithful and chaste, why did Rama banish her? The whole public outcry thing makes no sense. It's obvious to me. Sita slept with Ravana. Rama thought he could get over it but he couldn't. Over the years, it led to fights. So they separated. You see what I am saying?"
I nod my head in agreement. What she says makes a lot of sense. I take another big swig of water from the bottle in my hand. God, my throat is parched. I can't remember ever being this thirsty.
"And don't even get me started on the Mahabharata and Draupadi. Five husbands taking turns through the week. And two of them together. Threesome! As if that weren't kinky enough, there is the vastraharan which is like ancient strip poker! And a husband staking his wife while gambling? How common is that story in erotica? Think about it..."
"Yeah...that's like the...the..." I say, struggling to pin down the words floating around in my head "the original cuckold husband's fantasy story about sharing his wife!"
"Precisely!" Trupti says. She takes the bottle of water from my hand and empties it. We're both sitting on the floor leaning against the wall under the open window.
"We should also talk about why Rama banished Sita if she was really chaste." I say.
"Yeah because...no wait..." Trupti raises her hand "...didn't we just talk about it?"
"No, that was about Draupadi."
"No...wait...oh wow, I am so high!" Trupti says and picks up something and looks at it. "At least that's what I think I am."
I stare at the object in Trupti's hands. To my shock, I realize it's a joint.
"WHOA! Have you been smoking weed in my apartment?"
"Yeah..." Trupti replies.
"Where did you get that?"
"You don't remember? Wow, you are high too without taking a single hit." Trupti lights up the joint. "Maybe it's all the smoke. Or contact high. Maybe you should take a hit anyway."
"NO!" I shake my head. "I do not do drugs!"
Trupti shrugs and takes another hit.
"You are high?" I ask.
"Yes, very high." she responds.
"But you are not slurring."
"I know! Amazing, right? This is so much better than booze!"
The smoke wafts around us.
"I am starving!" I say.
"Me too!" Trupti says. "Order pizza. And cookies. Do you have any milk?"
She gets up and walks to the kitchenette. I reach for my phone to look for my usual pizza delivery place's number. Trupti comes back empty-handed and sits down next to me again.
"You don't have any orange juice."
"Oh okay."
"The vastraharan is totally ancient erotica. Duryodhana was such a cuckold!"
"Yudhishthira..." I correct her.
"What did I say?"
"Duryodhana."
"No I didn't! Duryodhana is the one Yudhishthira wants to share his wife with."
"I know. But you said Duryodhana."
"No, you did!"
I stare at my phone in confusion. Why is it in my hand with the contacts list open? I notice a name. Malay Singhal. That smug bastard! Who fucked Trupti. I put my phone back on the floor before she can see his name.
"Maybe..." Trupti says "...the way they woke up Kumbhakarna was by having Sita play with him?"
"Wait, we're talking about the Ramayana again?"
"We were always talking about it!"
"But you were talking about Duryodhana!"
"No...wait...was I? Yeah I was!" Trupti starts giggling. I start giggling too.
"I am so hungry!" I said.
"Didn't you order pizza?"
"Yeah, where is the pizza?"
"Ask them!"
I dial my usual pizza place.
"Hello! Yeah hi! We ordered pizza a while back. It's not here yet."
She cocks her head, smiles and lights the joint. There is a loud sound of a wheeze as she inhales and then starts coughing really hard.
"Wow!" she says between fits of coughing "it burns the throat!"
I am just staring at her, shocked at what is happening. Drugs being smoked, right under my roof! If my dad were alive, he would give me a lecture about falling in bad company. And Trupti was the worst company I had ever been in.
She takes another drag, which leads to another fit of coughing. I can smell the acrid scent of the smoke as it fills the room.
"Try it." Trupti offers me the joint.
"No thanks." I shake my head resolutely.
"Come on! Just one hit!"
"NO!" I say angrily. "And I would really appreciate it if you got the fuck out of my apartment!"
Trupti snorts derisively and takes another drag. The smoke is swirling all around me. Some of it goes in my nose. I am thinking about calling the security officer. But I feel a little disoriented.
-----
"...so you see, if Sita was really faithful and chaste, why did Rama banish her? The whole public outcry thing makes no sense. It's obvious to me. Sita slept with Ravana. Rama thought he could get over it but he couldn't. Over the years, it led to fights. So they separated. You see what I am saying?"
I nod my head in agreement. What she says makes a lot of sense. I take another big swig of water from the bottle in my hand. God, my throat is parched. I can't remember ever being this thirsty.
"And don't even get me started on the Mahabharata and Draupadi. Five husbands taking turns through the week. And two of them together. Threesome! As if that weren't kinky enough, there is the vastraharan which is like ancient strip poker! And a husband staking his wife while gambling? How common is that story in erotica? Think about it..."
"Yeah...that's like the...the..." I say, struggling to pin down the words floating around in my head "the original cuckold husband's fantasy story about sharing his wife!"
"Precisely!" Trupti says. She takes the bottle of water from my hand and empties it. We're both sitting on the floor leaning against the wall under the open window.
"We should also talk about why Rama banished Sita if she was really chaste." I say.
"Yeah because...no wait..." Trupti raises her hand "...didn't we just talk about it?"
"No, that was about Draupadi."
"No...wait...oh wow, I am so high!" Trupti says and picks up something and looks at it. "At least that's what I think I am."
I stare at the object in Trupti's hands. To my shock, I realize it's a joint.
"WHOA! Have you been smoking weed in my apartment?"
"Yeah..." Trupti replies.
"Where did you get that?"
"You don't remember? Wow, you are high too without taking a single hit." Trupti lights up the joint. "Maybe it's all the smoke. Or contact high. Maybe you should take a hit anyway."
"NO!" I shake my head. "I do not do drugs!"
Trupti shrugs and takes another hit.
"You are high?" I ask.
"Yes, very high." she responds.
"But you are not slurring."
"I know! Amazing, right? This is so much better than booze!"
The smoke wafts around us.
"I am starving!" I say.
"Me too!" Trupti says. "Order pizza. And cookies. Do you have any milk?"
She gets up and walks to the kitchenette. I reach for my phone to look for my usual pizza delivery place's number. Trupti comes back empty-handed and sits down next to me again.
"You don't have any orange juice."
"Oh okay."
"The vastraharan is totally ancient erotica. Duryodhana was such a cuckold!"
"Yudhishthira..." I correct her.
"What did I say?"
"Duryodhana."
"No I didn't! Duryodhana is the one Yudhishthira wants to share his wife with."
"I know. But you said Duryodhana."
"No, you did!"
I stare at my phone in confusion. Why is it in my hand with the contacts list open? I notice a name. Malay Singhal. That smug bastard! Who fucked Trupti. I put my phone back on the floor before she can see his name.
"Maybe..." Trupti says "...the way they woke up Kumbhakarna was by having Sita play with him?"
"Wait, we're talking about the Ramayana again?"
"We were always talking about it!"
"But you were talking about Duryodhana!"
"No...wait...was I? Yeah I was!" Trupti starts giggling. I start giggling too.
"I am so hungry!" I said.
"Didn't you order pizza?"
"Yeah, where is the pizza?"
"Ask them!"
I dial my usual pizza place.
"Hello! Yeah hi! We ordered pizza a while back. It's not here yet."
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