About

It was on that fateful Sunday when our eyes chanced upon the hefty bosoms for a moment and the hairy hands around it the next. And we knew life had fucked us hard.

…………

random boudi on the loose.

Bongs ever searching for answers….to questions that don’t exist. Ceaseless romanticising of all inanity, stemming from the proverbial “fraastration” that grips hapless bangalis ( at least in my haloed circle of friends), especially during a transitional phase between jobless hopefuls to employed and yet suffering from some weird existential angst or other. Like: not enough money, not enough girlfriends, which is logically followed by not enough sex; and in the end, a wife which proves more than a handful

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One response to “About

  1. rohan

    Love the pic !! 😛

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